A Day in the Life of an Airline Pilot

A short video from Capnaux of what it’s like to be an airline pilot.  When I first quit my office job as a property manager and took up flying my eventual goal was to become an airline pilot.  I worked long and hard toward that goal but along the way I started to be seduced by the adventure of general aviation and the lure of the airlines started to wane.  What finally killed the dream was a flight from Cyprus to London in the jump seat of an Airbus 310.  I’d just finished ferrying an Aerostar, the plane not the mini-van, and was lucky enough to get a ride up in the cockpit with the pilots, obviously this was before 9/11.  The beginning of the flight was great.  The start up was filled with lots of switches thrown and knobs turned. Check lists read off with “Roger, check and engaged” reply’s flying around the cockpit.  The co-pilot pushed the throttles forward and the big jet shot into the air.  WOW! what a blast! it was like being on the flight deck of a shuttle launch, for about 30 seconds.  Then the co-pilot engaged the auto pilot, slid his seat back and started filling out paperwork.  And that was pretty much it for the rest of the flight.  The captain was a skydiver so he and I talked jumping for a while but when the conversation dragged I went back into the cabin and drank beer with the flight attendants.  I went back into the cockpit for the landing and was disappointed to see that they left the autopilot on until short final.  The co-pilot did the landing and even though he’d only flown a grand total of 2 minutes that day the captain still spent the entire time taxiing back to the gate bitching him out for the shitty landing.  After thanking the crew for the ride I walked off the Airbus vowing to never ever take a job as an airline pilot.  I’m not saying it’s the worst job in the world, it’s just not for me.

 

Ferry Flight Pic of The Day

Flying formation with a helicopter while you’re in a jet is by and in itself exciting enough.  When you get cleared to fly into Sydney Harbor to get shots of you flying a hot new jet over the world famous opera house the excitement builds quickly.  When the helicopter you’re following suddenly banks away and scoots out of the harbor without telling you why the excitement turns to confusion.  And when the helicopter  is also the one talking to Sydney approach and getting  permission to fly into the busy harbor but doesn’t tell you what’s going on leaving you holding the bag the confusion turns to fear.  That’s what happened last fall when we were shooting air to air footage in the Phenom.   The plan was for the helicopter to hover in the middle of the harbor and I would fly the Phenom in circles around the edge and pass right in front of the opera house three or four times.  As we were entering the harbor approach told the helicopter pilot that there was traffic inside and we had to clear the area imminently.  Unfortunately the helicopter pilot neglected to pass that message along to me as I roared into the harbor at one hundred twenty knots.  It didn’t take me long to figure out something was amiss though and I put the jet into a steep bank and got the hell out of there.  We spent the next ten minutes circling outside the mouth of the harbor at five hundred feet waiting for permission to re-enter.  Five hundred feet in a jet is LOW and just a little scary, but a fun kind of scary.

 

Diamond Jubilee Flypast as seen from the Spitfire

Gotta hand it to the Brits, they know how to throw a party.  I can’t believe I missed seeing the flyby by only two weeks.  When I was at Goodwood picking up the Baron there were two Spitfires operating out of the grass field practicing for the Diamond Jubilee.  I really missed a great shot when the Spit pictured below was starting.  After cranking for a few seconds a huge ball of fire shot out of the exhaust when the engine caught and started up.  Dang it.

 

 

Ferry Flight Pic of The Day

I landed at Heathrow Friday May 25th at 10:00 in the morning on my last trip to ferry the Baron back to Miami.  My plan was to take the train south to Goodwood, hop in the plane, which I’d been told was all ready to go, and make it to Iceland by Friday night.  As I’ve already told you the plan went right in the crapper when I was told that the bank was still playing the fool and I would be stuck until at least Tuesday.  Being stuck in a small village in southern England isn’t nearly as much fun as one might think but it can be made a lot more tolerable if there is a classic British pub within walking distance.  The Anglesey Arms is just such a pub.  Located in a beautiful old building with a nice restaurant and a lovely garden area the Anglesey Arms was just what the doctor ordered for a stranded pilot.  Run by a mother and son, the father having recently succumbed to cancer, the pub was a place that reminded  me of the bar in Cheers only with dogs welcome inside.  I spent three nights there talking and drinking with the staff and patrons including Richard the bartender who’d grown up in Africa with his father who was in the foreign service and Terry the golf nut.  I really wish we pubs like that in the US.

Arch Part ll

This is what happens when a student doesn’t arch.  At this point in the skydive the other Jump Master has already fallen off leaving me to try and get the student stable by myself.  It might seem like this is my worst nightmare, wrestling a two hundred pound man thirteen thousand feet in the air going one hundred forty miles an hour with the student’s life on the line.  But it’s the kind of challenge and adrenalin rush I live for.  It’s also why I get the big bucks.