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A Diary from a Trike Pilot – That has moved to paradise!
Dear Diary:
August 12th
Moved to our new home in Ohio. It is so beautiful here. The hills are so majestic. Can hardly wait to see them from the air in our trike, and they also get covered in snow. I love it here.
October 14th
Ohio is the most beautiful place on earth. The leaves are turning all the colours and shade of red and orange. Went for a fly through the beautiful hills and saw some deer. They are so graceful, certainly the most wonderful animal on earth.
This is pilots paradise. I love it here.
November 11th
Deer season will start soon. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to kill such a gorgeous creature. Flying is fantastic here and I hope it will snow soon. I love it here.
December 2nd
It snowed last night. Woke up to find everything blanketed with white. It looks like a postcard. We went outside and cleaned the snow off the taxiway. We had a snowball fight (I won), and when the snow plough came by, we had to shovel the clear of snow again before going for a flight. What a beautiful place. I love it here.
December 12th
More snow last night. I love it here. The snow plough did its trick to the taxiway again. I love Ohio.
December 19th
More snow last night. Couldn’t get out of the taxiway or hangar. I am exhausted from shovelling. BLOODY snow plough.
December 25th
Merry BLOODY Christmas! More friggin snow. If I ever get my hands on that son of a bitch who drives the snow plough, I swear I’ll kill the bastard. Don’t know why they don’t use more salt on the runway to melt the BLOODY ice.
December 27th
More white shit last night. Been inside for three days except for shovelling out the taxiway after that snow plough goes through every time. Can’t go anywhere, even the car’s stuck in a mountain of white shit. The weatherman says to expect 10 inches of the shit again tonight. Do you know how many shovels full of snow 10 inches is?
December 28th
The BLOODY weatherman was wrong. We got 34 inches of that white shit this time. At this rate it won’t melt before next summer. The snow plough got stuck up the road and that bastard came to the door and asked to borrow my shovel. After I told him I had broken six shovels already shovelling all the shit he pushed into my taxiway, I broke my last one over his BLOODY head.
January 4th
Finally got out of the house today. Went to the store to some food and almost got to do some flying. On the way down the runway a damned deer ran in front of the trike and I hit it. Did about six thousand dollars damage to the trike. Those BLOODY beasts should be killed. Wish the hunters had killed them all last November.
May 3rd
Took the trike to the aircraft engineer at the airport here. Would you believe the thing is corroded out from all the BLOODY salt they put over the taxiway and runways.
May 10th
Moved to Florida but I should have stayed at Horsham. I can’t imagine why anyone in their right mind would ever live in that God-forsaken State of Ohio.
Comments
That's so funny
I want to know how you got ahold of my diary…?
I did the Ohio/Fla work relo multiple times: Cincinnati/Gainesville, Seamans/Pensacola, Toledo/Miami, Chillicothe/Bartow…can’t seem to stay out of those two states.
That reminds me of the one you posted about the guy who moved to Australia, even funnier-- you should repost that on this story!
Hahaha, its funny! You nice modified well known story to a trike pilot story!
Hi Cburg, The Trike Pilots Diary was written back in 1998 for a magazine I was writing for. One of my navy friends was telling me about his time in Ohio, so I made it into A Pilots Diary, and then into The Trike Pilots Diary. and now on Alltrikes. I didn't know you had lived it too.
In addition to the Ohio/Florida loop I was stuck in…I had the same thing happen with Houston/Chicago. Kept getting transferred back and forth. each time I vowed I would never do it again. However…I learned that “NEVER” is quite a bit shorter period than I thought.
Reminds me of Princess Bride when André the Giant’s owner kept saying “inconceivable”. After repeated inexplicable events, Andre told his owner that maybe “inconceivable” didn’t mean what he thought it meant.