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Normally, I don’t confuse dried fruit with surgically enhanced human females, but I do appreciate her clarification in this case.
If you are a commercial pilot, (you make money flying) you need an exam (class II) every year. For ATPs, (Airline Transport Pilot – you make money flying lots of people in big airplanes) it’s every 6 months (class I).
The requirements for each class of medical certification go up with your potential to cause death and destruction. As a Private Pilot, my potential for destruction is less than catastrophic but more than negligible, so the physical requirements I have to meet are not as stringent as the other two types. Basically I had to have my vision checked, (20-20 both eyes) My hearing checked, (I can hear out of both ears) and a cursory examination of my cardio vascular / respiratory system (My hart beats and I’m breathing.) Since I am under 40, it was not necessary for me to receive a “Lube Job.” After a couple of whacks on the knees, I was out of there with my brand new Class III medical certificate and an agreement that I should loose weight.
Of course, all of this is in furtherance of my next currency flight, which I have determined will occur on the next day with reasonably VFR conditions. Even if it’s just a few loops in the pattern.
I did manage to steal a few minutes to gander at ASO, the once a month tease that I allow myself. Owning an aircraft is really a goal for a future me, one that has paid off his bills and sent his children to a fine institute of secondary learning. Not that I couldn’t do it now, it’s just that I like eating things other than mac & cheez.
There are, of course, several aircraft that I would like to own. Namely, one of each. But I’m not sure I could find that hanger space for that, so I’ll have to pick one…or two…maybe three. When it comes time to buy, I’ll defiantly have to do that. It would certainly be a lot easer if I were like my friend Hal, he’s got his airplane all picked out. Not that I don’t have a couple of front runners, it just that I have dreams as well. It aint easy picking just one ya know.
“America’s already crowded skies are about to become more congested.”
A statement that is more than a little hyperbolic. While it is certainly possible that VLJ businesses could chouse to fly into major airports that are indeed congested, how likely is it that they will? First, these markets are already well served, it does not make sense for a VLJ business to enter that market. Secondly, VLJ businesses are likely to fly as point to point for hire services, operating out of smaller regional airports, bypassing the big class B airports.
I see a tremendous potential for the VLJ to transform air travel as it exists today. Eclipse Aviation is looking at completing certification this summer. Adam Aircraft will be right behind them with the A700, and Diamond is still developing the D-jet that will sell for under one million US dollars.
This will do to commercial air travel what I hope Sport Pilot will do for general aviation.
Now what we need is a new 4 place GA aircraft that retails for $35k. Anybody got one?
If that’s not a good reason to vote for him, I don’t know what is.
Now just nod your head and back away slowly.
So I’ve been out of the loop for a few days and what happens? Good ‘ol Pat Robertson decides to open his mouth again. After cooling his heals waiting for Dover, Pa. to under go the wrath of God, it seams that our man Pat has had a discussion with his supremeness and was told that Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon’s stroke was Gods was of saying “Bad boy’s get spanked.”Now I’m not one to second guess anybody’s communion with their deity, but I think it’s safe to say that this “wrath of god” thing is a bit played out…Really.
Spill your coffee? Must have been the Wrath Of God.
Dog run away? Wrath Of God
On the unfortunate day Mr. Robertson gives up this mortal coil, I will be the fist one to say. “Wrath Of God.” I’ll most likely be closer to the truth than our buddy Pat.
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