Sunshine

I didn't feel very well Sunday.  I didn't do much of anything, so I guess I needed a recuperate day.

This morning I had a trip to Chicago in a 182 with a fellow I haven't flown with before, but Steve has.  He's got no real world IFR experience and wanted to take a trip to Chicago, but Chicago is...Chicago.  So he wanted an instructor along.  It actually went pretty well.  I enjoyed the trip.  He had two trays in the back seat strapped down that each held parts over 100 pounds each.  I think he said 112 pounds each.  When we got there, I went to pull one out and carry it over, and he stopped me and said they were 112 pounds.  He took one over, and while he was gone, I picked up the other one.  Just to see.  I could pick it up, and I was tempted to carry it over to the car, but I decided that I'd be discreet and ladylike and let the two men who were there take care of it instead.  But at least I knew I could still get it done even if they didn't know that.  ;)

Some detective work brought about an answer as to who the RV pilot was who busted in on our formation.  His name is Jason, of course it is, and he's a First Officer for Envoy, a regional airline, of course he is, and a former Learjet captain, but only in his 30s now.  But he should know better with that much experience. Typical RV guy who just thinks he's a stud who can do whatever he wants.  I'm mad that he just busted in like that, which as I said is illegal, not overly safe, and frankly, about the 2nd most uncool thing you can do in formation flying (#1 being putting your belly to Lead, I'd say).  I'm mad that he goofed me up and made me look bad.  Well, I made myself look bad, but he didn't help.  I don't want to turn him into the FAA, I don't want to mess with his career, but I sure do want to yell at him.  A lot.  And I want Tom M. to yell at him too. 

Tomorrow I was going to Alabama with someone riding in the back seat, leaving at a reasonable 9 am, and I was looking forward to it.  As usual, things changed, and I'm not leaving at an unreasonable 6 am, and Dustin is going, which means I'd sit right seat.  So I told him I want to take the first leg, and then he could have the other two legs.  They don't fly enough right now to keep me current. I didn't fly today, I don't fly when I'm instructing, I don't fly 95% of the MBros flights, I haven't flown the Cheyenne in months either.  Even if I'm in the air a fair amount, I'm a passenger/instructor and I'm feeling my rust get rusty again.

Chicago area from 6,000'.