The K-1200 sits in our hangar… among the bigger, fatter and unsightly 61s and Hueys. An insect like profile stares back as I approach, looking more like a truck sized dragon fly than a helicopter…
…there may be no “typical day” in the Gulf but if you’re considering a position as a VFR pilot in the Gulf of Mexico, you’ll find we all share “typical experiences”…
The week begins with the long drive to work on Tuesday evening…for the past thirteen years, I’ve driven back and forth one day each week from Houston to report to a base located somewhere in Louisiana or Mississippi.
As part of our “Day in the Life” series, the
Everyone has a story… there’s something unusual about how any of us got here…
Does anyone need us anymore? Haven’t they been waiting for the flying car ever since the ’60s promised it to the ’80s?
