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anyone here got a pilots liscence to fly planes?
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all this cheating and breaking the rules sounds fun . thanks. now i know what i am up against. i have a friend thats a good aircraft mechanic gonna ask him to hook me up with a good place peeps. thanks chunky. i know shit about airplane engines but i am a certified mechanic on cars,trucks ,heavy equip.aint looking to fly weed or drugs or anything else illegal.but i bet its a smoother ride than the waters in off so florida . my stuff inside is still giggling around lol
no i can walk to like 15 bars easilly. lol
Hello. I am a commecrial, instrument rated pilot land and SEA. We have a little grass airport with a floatplane base. My dad and 2 uncles were pilots.Always had a float or ski plane out front when growing up. Saturdays and sundays we visited other airports.lol. My whol lifge has been planes.
As long as you don't hit a snowbank, and "pile it"!
'Yup, he's a pileit alright. He piled it right over there. Walked back to the house and called it in to the cops as being stolen.'
'Yup, he's a pileit alright. He piled it right over there. Walked back to the house and called it in to the cops as being stolen.'
old boy flies his ultralight up & down Douglas Lake lakebed while i'm crappie fishing in early spring. you can hear him coming for 15 minutes before you see him, & you can spot him for a damn mile down the lake. it flies so slow that he lost a race back to the marina to two geezers in a john boat...
Welcome to icmag pileit! 
I took the name pile it in memory of my dad. When people asked if i was a pilot also, his reply" he can pile it pretty high".lol. He also called my uncle john and myself the Right Brothers. He claimed we were always right, just ask us.lol. He drowned 2 years ago aged 89 going across the lake to pick up a young chick. She was in her mod 70,s. Boy do i miss him.
Does a person need a liscence to fly one of these? Looks like a lot of summertime fun.
Especially if it could also float...
Especially if it could also float...
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Havent looked at the FAR AIM ( regulations in a while) but the go by weight and horsepower. I beleive you would at least need a private pilots license because it has 2 seats. There is also a sport pilot license that allows you to give another person rides after so many hours.
Havent looked at the FAR AIM ( regulations) in a while but they go by weight and horsepower. I beleive you would at least need a private pilots license because it has 2 seats. There is also a sport pilot license that allows you to give another person rides after so many hours.
I wanted to be a commercial pilot with Airline transport Pilot Licence
I sat 3 day exams in Oxford flying school and passed all entry exams. Cost of tuition that takes you to airline flying was 80 grand an dthe only way to get that kind of money was thro a bank loan with PARENTAL GUARANTEE, which i didnt get
I sat 3 day exams in Oxford flying school and passed all entry exams. Cost of tuition that takes you to airline flying was 80 grand an dthe only way to get that kind of money was thro a bank loan with PARENTAL GUARANTEE, which i didnt get
Liscence, why do you need a stinkin liscence? I don't see no sky cops flying around with roadblocks. The rule for kites (FAA part 103) doesn't even say you can't fly high and get low, except around people. That kite I posted looks light enough to me! Just take out the back seat.
This looks easy, just move that little stick thing around... I think I got this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IvSlEzGkrA
103.7 Certification and registration.
(a) Notwithstanding any other section pertaining to certification of aircraft or their parts or equipment, ultralight vehicles and their component parts and equipment are not required to meet the airworthiness certification standards specified for aircraft or to have certificates of airworthiness.
(b) Notwithstanding any other section pertaining to airman certification, operators of ultralight vehicles are not required to meet any aeronautical knowledge, age, or experience requirements to operate those vehicles or to have airman or medical certificates.
(c) Notwithstanding any other section pertaining to registration and marking of aircraft, ultralight vehicles are not required to be registered or to bear markings of any type.
F'in A! Rules that state there are NO RULES! You don't need to know how to fly one, just fly it by yourself. They don't call them airplanes either... I say paint a big Jolly Roger on the upright tail feather, that's marking enuf.
https://www.usppa.org/federal-aviation-regulations-for-paramotors/far-part-103-ultralight-vehicles/
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I enjoy my F/A-18 flight simulator. It's really old, 1990's
Land it on water doober, wheels up, and see how many times it skips (like a rock). Lower the tailhook and snag a wake surfer by the rope. That would be a hellova wake jump! Is that sim crazy like the game GTA?
If a guy manages to fly one of those kites, do they send F-18s after them to make them pull over and check their liscence? Practice ramming a kite Doober, in case they won't pull over. Flip it over with your wingtip like the Spitfires did to the buzz bombs.
A couple years ago I was at a cafe at the Hemet, CA airport eating breakfast on the back patio, and watched a bunch of people around this plane in front of a hangar. After a while it taxi'd off and a car followed. It took off, and was rolling to the left as it went behind a building. I couldn't see the wreck happen, but sure heard it. First flight, dude killed himself. This is the big brother to that blue kite, costs 10x as much, and no more fun really, unless it can float.
http://www.kathrynsreport.com/2019/06/lockwood-aircam-n123gn-fatal-accident.html
If a guy manages to fly one of those kites, do they send F-18s after them to make them pull over and check their liscence? Practice ramming a kite Doober, in case they won't pull over. Flip it over with your wingtip like the Spitfires did to the buzz bombs.
A couple years ago I was at a cafe at the Hemet, CA airport eating breakfast on the back patio, and watched a bunch of people around this plane in front of a hangar. After a while it taxi'd off and a car followed. It took off, and was rolling to the left as it went behind a building. I couldn't see the wreck happen, but sure heard it. First flight, dude killed himself. This is the big brother to that blue kite, costs 10x as much, and no more fun really, unless it can float.
http://www.kathrynsreport.com/2019/06/lockwood-aircam-n123gn-fatal-accident.html
Hey flylowgethigh! No kites, just Korean MIGs. The scenery and campaign and missions are in Korea. It's a pretty dope game though. I know how to use the FLIR it's awesome. Can take-off and land on a carrier if you want. F/A-18 Korea. Flaps, throttle...
I knew a guy who crashed a king air with passengers into an apartment building. He seemed like he drank a lot and did drugs but never really talked about it
I knew a guy who crashed a king air with passengers into an apartment building. He seemed like he drank a lot and did drugs but never really talked about it
I got out of the airplane business in 1983 so it has been awhile. I quit when I got married so it has been even longer than awhile.
My wife's family is Gwich'in from the Yukon Flats wildlife refuge. My family is Scandinavian from Wasilla Lake region.
One of the last flights I dispatched was a Pre war DC3 with the tiny door and an extra 30 knots over the C47 military versions. My relative all had roads from their town to mine and none of her relatives had roads at all, riverboat or airplane.
So 23 of the nearest relatives got a free ride to town complete with flight attendants and free booze. A good time was being had by all. Small towns, we all know each other. A couple of these folks were not normally the traveling types and had not been on a plane in many years.
One of the passengers started yelling and pointing.
The left engine had flames coming out.
Calm as could be Patti told them she had notified the captain and not to worry.
The captain, Rod, was cool as could be as he reached over and pulled the ring for the fire bottle. A big cloud of white and the flames were gone.
Cheering began. So did the yelling, the fire was still burning, bigger if anything.
Rod nodded, yes he had noticed. He reached over and pulled the ring for fire bottle number two, still calm, these little things were anticipated.
No cheering this time and sure enough the flames started licking out from under the engine cowling. The cabin got rather loud, one passenger trying to drown out the others with loud prayer, others incoherent.
About then Rob felt the plane shift as the wing mounts got softer. Being almost dead center over the White Mountains at twelve thousand feet he was looking for a downhill slope fairly clear of boulders with out finding any.
All 23 of my in laws in one place is the guilty thought that crossed my mind later in life.
Rod picked his spot and put the nose down in one last speed run to blow out the fire. He got the left wing to sag upwards a bit more.
The it went out. Poof, it was gone.
Rod put emergency power to the right engine while letting the wing pull up and swing him to the left.
If anything the passengers got louder, but it was not panic, or maybe it was.
Alaska, we are the training ground for the hardy few who pass all the bullshit and are after their commercial license. Not something you can rent a plane and fly around for a few hundred hours to get so log time. And Multi engine? More that twice the price. And helicopters, if you do not have military training you are not ever going to get a job flying one.
But those multi engine licenses. I had three to five of right seat flyers running those plane for minimum wage, sleeping in their cars to keep the job. Year after year they show up in a steady stream, hoping for the magic ticket to a life in the sky.
After picking the lucky few the rest fade away. Most of the rest. One took a single engine job while trying to understand what it was that kept him in singles. He was my room mate as he was a nice guy. Not one I would want in charge of my life in an emergency.
My intuition was correct, he suicided on the living room couch because he was a failure. Some failure, he was flying bush airplanes in the wilds of Alaska. Rich folk pay good money for just a taste of what he got paid to do.
As dispatcher for the largest Air Carrier in Alaska I have alumni all over the world getting their start flying C47 and C46 surplus aircraft to bulldozed exploration sites dotting the North Slope in a random patchwork.
Flying is great but shown as much more glamourous that what it is in real life
OK So I wouldn't trade that group of twenty years for any other, but it was still highly overrated.
My wife's family is Gwich'in from the Yukon Flats wildlife refuge. My family is Scandinavian from Wasilla Lake region.
One of the last flights I dispatched was a Pre war DC3 with the tiny door and an extra 30 knots over the C47 military versions. My relative all had roads from their town to mine and none of her relatives had roads at all, riverboat or airplane.
So 23 of the nearest relatives got a free ride to town complete with flight attendants and free booze. A good time was being had by all. Small towns, we all know each other. A couple of these folks were not normally the traveling types and had not been on a plane in many years.
One of the passengers started yelling and pointing.
The left engine had flames coming out.
Calm as could be Patti told them she had notified the captain and not to worry.
The captain, Rod, was cool as could be as he reached over and pulled the ring for the fire bottle. A big cloud of white and the flames were gone.
Cheering began. So did the yelling, the fire was still burning, bigger if anything.
Rod nodded, yes he had noticed. He reached over and pulled the ring for fire bottle number two, still calm, these little things were anticipated.
No cheering this time and sure enough the flames started licking out from under the engine cowling. The cabin got rather loud, one passenger trying to drown out the others with loud prayer, others incoherent.
About then Rob felt the plane shift as the wing mounts got softer. Being almost dead center over the White Mountains at twelve thousand feet he was looking for a downhill slope fairly clear of boulders with out finding any.
All 23 of my in laws in one place is the guilty thought that crossed my mind later in life.
Rod picked his spot and put the nose down in one last speed run to blow out the fire. He got the left wing to sag upwards a bit more.
The it went out. Poof, it was gone.
Rod put emergency power to the right engine while letting the wing pull up and swing him to the left.
If anything the passengers got louder, but it was not panic, or maybe it was.
Alaska, we are the training ground for the hardy few who pass all the bullshit and are after their commercial license. Not something you can rent a plane and fly around for a few hundred hours to get so log time. And Multi engine? More that twice the price. And helicopters, if you do not have military training you are not ever going to get a job flying one.
But those multi engine licenses. I had three to five of right seat flyers running those plane for minimum wage, sleeping in their cars to keep the job. Year after year they show up in a steady stream, hoping for the magic ticket to a life in the sky.
After picking the lucky few the rest fade away. Most of the rest. One took a single engine job while trying to understand what it was that kept him in singles. He was my room mate as he was a nice guy. Not one I would want in charge of my life in an emergency.
My intuition was correct, he suicided on the living room couch because he was a failure. Some failure, he was flying bush airplanes in the wilds of Alaska. Rich folk pay good money for just a taste of what he got paid to do.
As dispatcher for the largest Air Carrier in Alaska I have alumni all over the world getting their start flying C47 and C46 surplus aircraft to bulldozed exploration sites dotting the North Slope in a random patchwork.
Flying is great but shown as much more glamourous that what it is in real life
OK So I wouldn't trade that group of twenty years for any other, but it was still highly overrated.
