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Friday Top Five: Reaching the Peak


It's time once again for the Friday Top Five. This week's edition? The top five reasons I deserve the "Stick Pig" award. Don't know what a stick pig award is, well, here you go...
 
 
 
...she's a beauty, ain't she?
 
Basically, one is considered the "Stick Pig" if he or she has the most flight hours in our division. Turns out, I'm the pig for this go around.
 
Number 5: The obvious answer? 110 flight hours in Chinooks, Black Hawks, T-34C, and the Saab.
 
 
Number 4: For some reason I'm still the sucker that enjoys early mornings, weather that is too hot or too cold, vibrations nearing the human limit, fresh hydraulic fluid dripping on my helmet, no woman-friendly facilities, a seat not made for a short person, or any person for that matter, loud spinny things over my head, and gages outside of my focal length. It's a tough job, but some nerdy adventurer has got to do it.
 
 
Number 3: I accomplish my arm workout just by getting in and out of the jump seat to accommodate Dave's needy bladder.
 
 
Number 2:
The three worst things to hear in the cockpit:
The copilot says, "I have an idea!"
The pilot says, "Hey, watch this!"
The Flight Test Engineer says, "Not so fast boys. Yeah....I'm going to need you to repeat that data point."
 
I'm an expert at the Flight Test Engineer line.
 
 
Number 1: This:

Happy Friday ;-)
 
Nerdy April Out.

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