DC10FE Posted April 25, 2015 Share Posted April 25, 2015 This has been around for quite some time, but it;s still fun to read -- and sadly it's 100% true.Don R. The Age of the 707(Go to the overrun and suck the gear up) Those were the good ole days. Pilots back then were men thatdidn't want to be women or girly men. Pilots all knew whoJimmy Doolittle was. Pilots drank coffee, whiskey, smokedcigars and didn't wear digital watches.They carried their own suitcases and brain bags, like thereal men they were. Pilots didn't bend over into thecrash position multiple times each day in front of thepassengers at security so that some Gov't agent couldprobe for tweezers or fingernail clippers or too muchtoothpaste.Pilots did not go through the terminal impersonating acaddy pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers, guitars, and feedbags full of tofu and granola on a sissy-trailer with no hatand granny glasses hanging on a pink string around theirpencil neck while talking to their personal trainer on thecell phone!!!Being an airline Captain was as good as being the King in aMel Brooks movie. All the Stewardesses (aka.Flight Attendants ) were young, attractive, single women that wereproud to be combatants in the sexual revolution. They didn'thave to turn sideways, grease up and suck it in to getthrough the cockpit door. They would blush,and say thank you, when told that they looked good, instead of filing asexual harassment claim. Junior Stewardesses shared a room andtalked about men.... with no thoughts of substitution. Passengers wore nice clothes and were polite; they couldspeak AND understand English. They didn't speak gibberish orlisten to loud gangsta rap on their IPods. They bathedand didn't smell like a rotting pile of garbage in a joggingsuit and flip-flops. Children didn't travel alone, commutingbetween trailer parks. There were no Biggest Losers asking fora seatbelt extension or a Scotch and grapefruit juicecocktail with a twist. If the Captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting jerkoff the airplane, it was done without any worries of alawsuit or getting fired.Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom andleft an impressive black smoke trail like a locomotiveburning soft coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once thethrottles were pushed up they were left there. After all, it was thejet age and the idea was to go fast (run like a lizard on ahardwood floor). "Economy cruise" was something in theperformance book, but no one knew why or where it was. Whenthe clacker went off, no one got all tight and scared becauseBoeing built it out of iron. Nothing was going to fall off andthat sound had the same effect on real pilots then, asViagra does now for these new age guys.There was very little plastic and no composites onthe airplanes (or the Stewardesses' pectoral regions). Airplanesand women had eye-pleasing symmetrical curves, not a bunchof ugly vortex generators, ventral fins, winglets, flowdiverters, tattoos, rings in their nose, tongues and eyebrows.Airlines were run by men like C.R. Smith, Juan Trippe, and Bob Six,who had built their companies virtually from scratch, knew mostof their employees by name, and were lifetime airlineemployees themselves.. ..not pseudo financiers and beancounters who flit from one occupation to another for afew bucks, a better parachute or a fancier title, whilefervently believing that they are a class of beings untothemselves.And so it was back then....and never will be again! Damn! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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