In the real life version of this strip I was sitting in the office with the real Nobu talking about the accident history on one of our pilots while setting up our new safety manual. Some of you might know that I was involved in a helicopter crash many years ago before the invention of Chuck and his friends. I asked Nobu “Have you ever had an accident?”
“Just one” he said.
“Oh yeah? What happened?”
“I accidentally became Director of Operations here.”
And just like that another Chicken Wings comic was written….
It’s always good to be prepared! And Chuck seems to have learned his lesson from the day he broke his glasses. But, all jokes aside, I’m sure some of you have replacement sunglasses stacked away somewhere, right?
What happened here? Did Chuck become a better pilot?! Or did the FAA inspector misplace his files? Or maybe Chuck got himself a fake ID and is flying under a different name now?
Hope you’re all having some great Christmas holidays, wherever you are! Maybe somebody even tried some positive reinforcement on you! Did anybody hand you a cookie in the last few days? Kinda gets you thinking now, doesn’t it!
Poor Julio doesn’t have many things to be envied for, but one thing that’s great about his job at Roost Air clearly is the job security. Chuck is definitely doing his best to keep him busy!
I, for one, would really like to hear those screams. Not because I wish any harm upon Chuck or Carl from the FAA, but out of a purely scientific interest if screaming like a little girl is actually possible for grown ups. Because the screams of little girls can be bone-chilling, eardrum-crushing and permanent-hearing-loss-causing indeed!
Here is some interesting trivia that I stumbled across recently, that is only slightly related to todays comic strip. You know, whenever somebody wants to make English sound old in a cartoon or movie, they use “Y” instead of “th”, e.g. in “Ye Olde Shoppe”. I always thought that that was because they really pronounced it as a “Y” back then, but nay! It actually turns out that, in the old days, there was an additional letter, called “Thorn”, which came from the Nordic languages and was pronounced “th”. It looks like a combination of a small p and b: þ. But the first printing type fonts were imported to England from Germany and Italy and didn’t contain that letter, so it they used the “Y” instead. Interesting, huh?
Seems like Chuck has passed! Well, obviously he can’t be that bad of a pilot after all, or the FAA would have pulled his license long ago.
And thanks again Drew for the idea!
For all of you not flying commercially, “the FARS” stands for “Federal Aviation Regulations”. These are the rules all of us fly by and Chuck SHOULD as well. When you start your flight training, your instructor usually doesn’t start teaching you the regulations and about how much you actually need to know until a few lessons in as to not discourage you right away, HAHA!
I remember being somewhat shocked about how many rules there actually are. And I continue shake my head every now and then since the rule books keep getting bigger.
This strip actually came from a time when I was training a new 135 pilot for our company while an FAA inspector was observing me. The AC was not working that day, or just not very well, and we didn’t have our conference room available. So I conducted the training in one of our little offices. I actually got in trouble for doing that since the rules apparently state that the company needs to provide a comfortable environment for classroom training. Of course you have to really look for those rules as they are buried in training manuals and the FAA’s own bible, the 8300 Inspectors handbook. I had never even thought about any of this before since after flying fires in the woods and the desert, ANYTHING with a chair and a little shade is already what we would consider “comfortable” in the helicopter business. But the inspector came from a United Airlines background and wanted me to conduct my training for one guy in a 3-helicopter-company exactly as United does for their 100,000+ crew.
I forgot the exact issue and how it was resolved but it was probably by making sure the inspector didn’t break a sweat next time he came to inspect us …
This one came from a conversation with the chief pilot of one of the local fire departments here in the greater LA area. He had one of their helicopters at our ramp for some overhaul work and Nobu and him were standing around and catching up. I walked over and joked “Hey, there is an FAA guy here. I think he’s looking for you!” and he jokingly did the exact same thing we have Chuck do in this strip.
Good times were had and a new strip was born.
The FAA doesn’t visit my office that often, but Mike may be able tell a story or two about his interactions with them. But I know how Chuck feels to some extent, because I think similar things whenever I see a police officer. I always think “Wait, did I bring my registration? Do I have my drivers license? What was the speed limit here again? Did I download something illegaly recently? Is the nuclear bomb material still in my trunk or did I remember to put it in the basement?” Things like that.