I like to keep mine well oiled. From within and on the without.

Those two are bit old for me but I have been known to alter my standards.

I like to have very general standards so not much alteration is necessary. Those two would fit well within the norm of my standards!

Why are you on your phone???? Puter broken? At least your in a better charged state now!

Phone is more portable. Use laptop during weekdays,
Mostly. iPhone doesn't get sick like yall's stuff either.

our puters did not get sick there was a problem with the web site, that they fixed.
sure would like to know what happened and how they fixed it. even if I could not understand it.
just built that way,need to know how and why

As an aviation professional, I find that judicious and frequent application of appropriate emollients and lubricants is essential. This, along with full range of motion checks of all available moveable surfaces. Especially on a Beaver.

Only girls I ever seen around a beaver (airplane that is ) had way more clothes on then that!!! Bloody Hell.

I've been in several beavers, but I've never gotten to fly one.

The last one was in Victoria BC on Harbor Air. To Vancouver. Funny story...there was one two of us and the pilot. Myself and an attractive young gal in a dress. I knew right then which seat I wouldn't be sitting in.

Nice goose.

Buddy pilot would not let you fly it a bit?

Not my bud. I was riding on a pass.

I usually ride on the turbine Otter. But that day they took the Beaver. Unsure if it was because there were only two of us, or there was something else in play.

Either way, it was nice listening to that radial. I was unaware that the Beaver had hydraulic flaps. MANUALLY hydraulic. The pump is right by the pilots' seat. And it was also nice watching her wiggle on board and then into the front seat.

Doesn't take much at my age I guess.

Oldmako - can you elaborate regarding your aviation career? I know I am not the only one who might be wondering.....

Have you noticed that when we were young there were all kinds of girls. Good looking girls, bad looking girls, average girls, girls to date, girls to stay away from, etc..

At my age they now all look great. Tight butts, good skin, high hard ones, glossy hair... I see no reason to reject any of them.

seems they cover up more stuff with makeup now a days.
Hey they have spray guns now to cover their face with that none blemished look.

Of course back in the day it scared me a few times to wake up and see what was in my bed the next morning.
even back then some gals put on their faces 1st thing in the morning before anyone could see them,

but as you said I would not turn many away anymore

I started driving the fuel truck. I moved up to mowing the tie-downs and cleaning hangars, painting the office washing and waxing planes etc......

While I was doing this I got my tickets and began teaching. This is a fairly common path. Unfortunately, we only had single engine planes. What I needed was multi-engine experience. Without that, you're not going anywhere.

Eventually, I get a charter job which consisted mainly of hang ing around the office and answering phones. I would also work up quotes and arrange trips (broker) when someone needed a plane with capabilities beyond ours or when we couldn't help them. This was most of the time, unfortunately.

Paydays were random and seldom, but every once in a while I'd get to spin the radios in someone's Baron, 421, Chieftain, etc. Eventually, guys would trust me and let me fly the empty reposition legs. I made about $6000 that year working full time out of National Airport in Washington DC. That was some serious glamour. I flew with a wide variety of pilots in a wide variety of (mostly) beat up and marginal airplanes. I managed to stay alive and logged some hours.

On weekends, I flew jumpers for ten bucks an hour. There's a reason jump planes have an easy open door and the pilot wears a parachute as well. The planes are junk and you want an easy way out. One wing green, the other white, the tail blue. Holes in the panel where instruments and avionics are supposed to reside. If it will hold fuel and jumpers it goes up. Good luck. On this Cessna, the fuel selector was located just behind you on the floor where the jumpers were. It would get kicked to the OFF position during their scramble to get out. Sometimes the jumpers would intentionally select it off on their way out. They thought this was funny. Others thought it was funny to try and take the magneto key with them as they left. So, one hand guarded the key as they left. And then went to the fuel selector to verify ON. I managed to stay alive.

I finally built enough time to get a job with a regional airline. For the princely sum of $1070 per month, I got to fly all the time. Sometimes 8 and 9 legs per day. After a year, I upgraded and managed to haul in $1500 per month. Some of the planes were junk. Some of the Captains were dangerous idiots. The weather was frequently horrible and we just went anyway. That's part of the job. Sometimes the planes are busted and the company pushes you to fly them anyway, safety be damned. That is also part of the job. You need to pick your battles in order to remain both employed and alive. And not subject yourself to scrutiny from the FAA.

We went out of business. I was two shorted two paychecks, vacation, sick leave and per diem. Aviation enterprises only go out of business on payday, or shortly after.

I got another commuter job. And, a huge raise. $1800 per month! Yippee. I got stuck there for a while. Airlines were coming in and then going out of business like gangbusters back then and the market was saturated by guys with jet time, which I lacked.

Eventually, I got hired at a decent, large airline and have flown a mess of planes, domestic and international.

I've flown for 7 different companies. 5 of them have gone out of business. I've been through several bankruptcies. I've been involuntarily furloughed and bumped down to lower paying planes multiple times. It's been interesting but not always lucrative. I still enjoy flying, but I'm growing weary of the hassle associated with it.