- Location
- Baiting Hollow Long Island NY
I am sure I mentioned this but one of my worst flights was also on a plane the military put me on. It was a civilian plane and I was going from Colorado to California.
(It could have been from Kentucky to Colorado, I forget)
It was like a 16 seater. The pilot comes out with this little step stool and puts it by the door so you can get in.
I get in the thing and sit at the window and see that the propeller is like 3" from my face. There was no co pilot, only this cigar smoking, 300lb heart attach waiting to happen by himself with a ten gallon hat on.
After I got in, a bunch of other people got in, mostly farmers. I knew that because all of them had either a bushel of apples, corn or livestock with them.
We take off and get to cruising altitude which on this plane was close to 50 feet.
After about 2 minutes we land. I thought maybe the pilot had to go to the bathroom which there was none on this thing.
But more people got on with more livestock including chickens.
We got back up to "cruising altitude" just clearing the silo's and land again. A few people and chickens got off and some people with piglets get on.
We landed on every fairly level patch of dirt this guy could find. I think he was navigating with one of those maps they give you in rest stops on the highway.
We land again and this went on for a couple of hours because this "plane" flew at the speed limit of about 35 mph.
Now we are over the Grand Canyon and everyone on the plane was singing "The Yellow Rose of Texas" (except me) and the pilot says, "I am going to tilt the plane to give you a better view.
Chickens, apples, feathers, eggs were rolling all over the aisle. I was having the Horrors and just wanted to jump out of the thing figuring I was safer plummeting down to the rocky canyon below.
It was the worst flight I have ever experienced.
(It could have been from Kentucky to Colorado, I forget)
It was like a 16 seater. The pilot comes out with this little step stool and puts it by the door so you can get in.
I get in the thing and sit at the window and see that the propeller is like 3" from my face. There was no co pilot, only this cigar smoking, 300lb heart attach waiting to happen by himself with a ten gallon hat on.
After I got in, a bunch of other people got in, mostly farmers. I knew that because all of them had either a bushel of apples, corn or livestock with them.
We take off and get to cruising altitude which on this plane was close to 50 feet.
After about 2 minutes we land. I thought maybe the pilot had to go to the bathroom which there was none on this thing.
But more people got on with more livestock including chickens.
We got back up to "cruising altitude" just clearing the silo's and land again. A few people and chickens got off and some people with piglets get on.
We landed on every fairly level patch of dirt this guy could find. I think he was navigating with one of those maps they give you in rest stops on the highway.
We land again and this went on for a couple of hours because this "plane" flew at the speed limit of about 35 mph.
Now we are over the Grand Canyon and everyone on the plane was singing "The Yellow Rose of Texas" (except me) and the pilot says, "I am going to tilt the plane to give you a better view.
Chickens, apples, feathers, eggs were rolling all over the aisle. I was having the Horrors and just wanted to jump out of the thing figuring I was safer plummeting down to the rocky canyon below.
It was the worst flight I have ever experienced.