Well, I guess Mike could write more about power line survey flights than me, but he’s flying right now. Not in a helicopter, but in the passenger seat of an airliner. But I guess that doesn’t exactly minimize the risk of having somebody with smelly feet around. Plus, on airliners, people even take their shoes off too!
Anyway, on to more serious stuff. I’ve been thinking about commenting about the shooting in Paris, because we’re usually not big on political stuff here. But it’s very sad that, just a couple of day after I write about empathy and understanding, and how people and groups are pitted against each other, the terror incident in Paris happened. As a cartoonist, it hits close to home.
People who commit such acts truly have very, very narrow minds and I feel pity for them. Not as much as for the victims, by far. But if you end up in a place like those murderers, your life must suck pretty bad.
Norway did such a great job after the Breivik shootings in NOT reacting with a police state reflex, and keeping an open society and upholding their values. I sure hope the French and all other Europeans can follow their example.
When I heard the news, I instantly felt really, really angry. But we need to be careful who we direct our anger against and not not fall into the „us vs. them“ trap. Of course, the murderers should be brought to justice and contemplate their actions behind bars for the rest of their lives. But we need to approach the underlying problem, which, in my humble opinion is a lack of education and love, and the bad childhoods that form monsters like that.
Violence breeds violence. But philosophy can prevent and cure fanaticism and peaceful parenting can prevent the emergence of psychopaths.
Love and peace!
I am sure it was really hard for Julio to admit to Chuck he needed help. I guess we’ll see if Chuck brings up this moment in the future. I wouldn’t put it past him.
I got myself in all kinds of tight situations back in my mechanic days. What didn’t help was the fact that I am a short and skinny guy. So whenever it came to somebody having to climb into an airplane tail or helicopter tail-boom, it somehow always ended up being me. I don’t remember actually getting stuck but I got close to panicking a few times, HAHA.
And then there are the airplanes for which you have to be triple-jointed for to work on them. The worst plane I have ever worked on was an air-conditioned Cessna Skymaster with retractable gear. Try changing a vacuum pump on the rear engine on that sucker! This might be where Julio’s disdain for Skymasters comes from (we might never know).
What’s the worst aircraft fixing experiences you guys have had? And other nightmare planes out there?
And the mug goes to …
William Vergonet! (Boy, I hope I spelled that right)
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Speaking of Julio, this is another of my favorite strips because it’s very relate-able and I may or may not have lived this moment in my aviation career (strongly leaning towards “may”).
People who know me know that I used a Muppet Show ring tone for certain individuals and a company I used to work for. We also used to listen to music while working with Panaca Jane and even had dedicated playlists for going to a fire, returning to base, or recons for example.
Of course Chuck, being the aviation movie fanatic that he is, has to play “Ride of the Valkyries” every time he goes out flying the helicopter. I’m guessing it’s followed by “Fortunate Son” and “Paint it Black”….
Which songs do you guys think are on his Fixed Wing playlist?
For those of you who haven’t heard about this: The company “Eurocopter Group” has recently been renamed “Airbus Helicopters”, probably as a so called family brand strategy, a step which has been widely discussed in the helicopter world.
This re-branding has to be one of the most confusing ones I have ever seen. You take a name that perfectly signifies a gigantic airplane, a “bus in the air” so to speak, and you use it to sell small helicopters. Imagine how much they must have spent on new letterheads and signage?
I wouldn’t be surprised if the price of their helicopters just went up …
We were thinking of re-branding “Chicken Wings” as well. What do you guys think of “Strasser Entertainment” to more accurately reflect our “family brand”?
I think us humans are the only species on this planet which creates scenarios and imposes self-invented rules upon itself where it’s not allowed to relieve oneself for hours at a time. Granted, we’re also the only species that can comfortably take a dump while travelling at 900 km/h at 30,000 feet altitude, so I guess we’re cursed and privileged at the same time.
However, I think we all have been where Jason is in this comic. Are there any people out there who do not go quiet in a situation like this? I think that’s pretty universal.
I think when I was a kid, I was a bit like Jason in this comic strip. In fact, I still am a bit like that today. The only difference is maybe that it’s not so many questions, but rather the fact that I can’t get a particular question out of my mind until I have it answered. Thank god for universal internet access and Wikipedia. It certainly makes my life more bearable!
This exchange happened almost exactly the same way in real life. It was many moons ago on my first charter flight ever as brand new Part 135 pilot when I had 2 couples for a tour over Malibu in the Bell Jet Ranger. We were fully loaded and I was a little worried with this being my first job and all. On top of that, the couple decided they wanted to go up for more than an hour last minute (after I had fueled the helicopter already, of course) and they were big people. We were right at the max gross weight capabilities of the aircraft and I wanted their exact weights to be sure we’re not over.
The guy who paid for the flight told me everybody’s weight while being very confident about how much his wife weighs. But she overheard the conversation and me asking about exact weights and suddenly became nervous. She asked me why their weight was so important and I tried to explain my situation to her without going into too much detail. She leaned over and whispered “Well, actually it’s 150, but don’t tell my husband!” She probably thought that because of her lying to her husband about her weight we now won’t get off the ground.
I had to laugh because I had already written down 150lbs for her weight anyways since I always give myself some wiggle-room and the weight he gave me for her obviously seemed a little on the low side.
Of course I didn’t tell her that.
Where I used to work we flew right over a golf course if we were departing southbound. Being the cartoon-type creative mind I had always wondered what would happen if we “picked up” a golf ball on departure. I’m sure it wouldn’t have been pretty in real life.
Still it didn’t seem as threatening as what we had near our practice area where we did a lot of our training. There was a skeet shooting range close by so I always made sure I gave that one a really wide berth …
Speaking of golf balls: I just recently learned that the snorkel heads on our Sky-Cranes had to be re-designed at some point so they don’t suck in golf balls which then would ruin the tank doors. I guess engineers originally didn’t think about the possibility of the Crane dipping out of golf course ponds. But then again you can’t think of every scenario ahead of time …
It’s important to find the right balance between trusting somebody and verifying their actions. And it’s not that easy. Exert too much control and you frustrate your employees and reduce productivity, trust too much and verify too little, and you end up with what can be seen in politics around the globe.
Decisions, decisions. I might react similar to Chuck here, because as a libra, I tend to be indecisive. Fortunately my ascendant sign is sagittarius, which means I don’t believe in astrology!