Boz330
02-18-2014, 05:54 PM
Some of you guys can probably relate to this.
You know ur an old Freight Dog when-
Your airplane was getting old when you were born.
You have not done a daylight landing in the past six months.
ATC advises you of smoother air at a different altitude, and you don’t give a s**t.
When you taxi up to an FBO they roll out the red carpet, but quickly take it back when they recognize you.
You call the hotel van to pick you up and they don’t understand where you are on the airport.
Center asks you to "Keep the chickens down" so they can hear you talk.
Your airplane has more than 75,000 cycles.
Your company call sign is "Oil Can".
The lady at the FBO locks up the popcorn machine because you plan on "making a meal of it".
Your airplane has more than eight faded logos on it.
You wear the same shirt for a week and no one complains.
Center mispronounces your call sign more than three times in one flight.
Your Director of Operations mysteriously changes your max take off weight during the holiday season.
Every FBO makes you park out of sight of their building.
You have ever walked barefoot through the FBO because you just woke up.
You mark every ramp with engine oil.
Everything you own is in your flight bag and suitcase.
All the other pilots wait for you to "test the squall line" first.
All the other airlines hold to see if you get in.
You request the visual approach with 300’ overcast and ½ SM vis.
You make no attempt to deviate around weather.
You don't bother to check the weather because you're going anyways.
You have an emotional reunion with your newly assigned Beech 99 because you used to fuel it 25 years earlier when it only had 18,000 cycles on it and the windows weren't painted over.
You've slept more nights at Willow Run than in the house you grew up in.
Upper management thinks a derelict fuel truck for you to sleep in is a "crew domicile".
You hope to someday make it to the big time with Atlas Cargo.
You carry your own personal step ladder in the back of the aircraft.
You've changed tires, starter generators and ADI's, but you're neither an A&P or an avionics tech.
You have a secret Mexican family in Del Rio, Texas.
The tip tanks also serve as an alarm clock when they run dry.
You become VERY proficient at nightime aileron rolls to stay awake.
You lose your radios and the approach controller says, "Hey, Mailbag 216, wake up! I know you're sleepin' up there!"
On a clear night you consider it normal to make a low pass or two to clear the ground fog and deer off the runway at Presque Isle.
You fly with a Captain who has both dead-sticked a DC-3 at night to a safe landing and had to declare an emergency because his co-pilot tried to pee out an old antennae hole on a Convair 240 and was nearly castrated.
Many would just to have been there, done that, to get a grin out of these.
Bob
You know ur an old Freight Dog when-
Your airplane was getting old when you were born.
You have not done a daylight landing in the past six months.
ATC advises you of smoother air at a different altitude, and you don’t give a s**t.
When you taxi up to an FBO they roll out the red carpet, but quickly take it back when they recognize you.
You call the hotel van to pick you up and they don’t understand where you are on the airport.
Center asks you to "Keep the chickens down" so they can hear you talk.
Your airplane has more than 75,000 cycles.
Your company call sign is "Oil Can".
The lady at the FBO locks up the popcorn machine because you plan on "making a meal of it".
Your airplane has more than eight faded logos on it.
You wear the same shirt for a week and no one complains.
Center mispronounces your call sign more than three times in one flight.
Your Director of Operations mysteriously changes your max take off weight during the holiday season.
Every FBO makes you park out of sight of their building.
You have ever walked barefoot through the FBO because you just woke up.
You mark every ramp with engine oil.
Everything you own is in your flight bag and suitcase.
All the other pilots wait for you to "test the squall line" first.
All the other airlines hold to see if you get in.
You request the visual approach with 300’ overcast and ½ SM vis.
You make no attempt to deviate around weather.
You don't bother to check the weather because you're going anyways.
You have an emotional reunion with your newly assigned Beech 99 because you used to fuel it 25 years earlier when it only had 18,000 cycles on it and the windows weren't painted over.
You've slept more nights at Willow Run than in the house you grew up in.
Upper management thinks a derelict fuel truck for you to sleep in is a "crew domicile".
You hope to someday make it to the big time with Atlas Cargo.
You carry your own personal step ladder in the back of the aircraft.
You've changed tires, starter generators and ADI's, but you're neither an A&P or an avionics tech.
You have a secret Mexican family in Del Rio, Texas.
The tip tanks also serve as an alarm clock when they run dry.
You become VERY proficient at nightime aileron rolls to stay awake.
You lose your radios and the approach controller says, "Hey, Mailbag 216, wake up! I know you're sleepin' up there!"
On a clear night you consider it normal to make a low pass or two to clear the ground fog and deer off the runway at Presque Isle.
You fly with a Captain who has both dead-sticked a DC-3 at night to a safe landing and had to declare an emergency because his co-pilot tried to pee out an old antennae hole on a Convair 240 and was nearly castrated.
Many would just to have been there, done that, to get a grin out of these.
Bob