Pilots – by definition should be ” a person who blindly believes that he’ll never encounter a parcel of vacuum in atmosphere.”
There’re two kinds of pilots – those who fly with a bondome and those who don’t. The second are those who flies the most modern transport machines wearing white tucked in shirts and a good tie. They’re just majestic in airports and internet, guiding a trolley bag with a RayBan on, almost everybody who sees them wishes to be one.
Then the first kind, they’re convinced that flying a single engine helicopter over sea with no floats with a few oil leaks requires balls of Steel. They’re so convinced that over a period of time they find themselves more comfortable flying over sea than land. They wear all those fancy patches, carry a knife and some legends even carry toothbrush too, as they don’t know when there will be an oil leak and have to switch off a different deck. landing on a runway is a shaggy doggy story for these who land on a moving deck, which has got its own whims and fancies of rolling, pitching and yawing.
One trait that the second kind follow in common are they always keep the best plan as their standby plan, because they’re pretty sure that the first plan seldom works. they’ve seen the extremes of beauty and danger and may be that’s why they remain unruffled. Sitting with them if you discuss future, deep inside they might be laughing, because these are people who don’t believe in redundancies, the one who convinced them, convinced them well. Approaching these kind, either you bow down or you die, not with the knife but with the Helicopter’s turning blades.
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