NAS 2B or not 2B
(A pilot comes onstage. The Managers have just scattered to various hiding places nearby, like roaches when the kitchen light comes on. The pilot, having laid plots of his own to entrap the controllers, appears not to have noticed this and instead focuses his attention on the instrument panel.)
NAS 2B or not 2B, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the air to suffer The slings and arrows of IFR pickup; Or to take arms against VFR climbs, And by opposing, end them: Fly IFR, to look The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That VFR is heir to; 'Tis a consumation Devoutly to be wish'd. To fly IFR, To hope, perchance to dream; Aye, there's the rub, For in that hope of IFR, what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this VFR coil Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of VFR: For who would bear the whips and scorns of Dick Smith, The flight rule's wrong, the CASA's contumely The pangs of dispiriz'd IFR rating, the paperwork's delay The insolence of lighties, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy passengers, When he himself might his flight rules make With a single transmission? Who would fartless care To grunt and sweat under a weary controller -- But that the dread of something after flight, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No bag returns, puzzles the customers, And makes us rather bear those rules we have, Than fly with others that we know not of. Thus E airspace does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of conflict resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of NAS, And enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard their flight paths turn awry, And lose the name of separation... Not my own. Wish it was. Philthy |
Roses are red
voilets are blue It's time for the airlines to speak up yes, thats you Virgin Blue |
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