Damn Technology

I went for lunch today at the airport. My mother invited me, I had some time off and since the winds were beyond awful, I figured I may as well since I couldn't fly. She'd heard the food at the airport was really good, so I agreed to meet her there.

Now when I say the wind was awful, it was horrible. It was bad enough that it ripped my driver's side door out of my hands, smashing into the vehicle parked beside me when I tried to get out. Fortunately, my vehicle and the other vehicle are both white, and the one I hit was a City truck, so was quite used to being mistreated. Either way, I managed to wipe away my marks with little noticeable damage. Then again, I guess I could have just told you it was insanely windy without incriminating myself, but I am not one to hold anything back so there you go.

So I get blown into the restaurant and what do I see through the window? A helicopter sitting outside by the pumps. I have not been in a helicopter and am anxiously awaiting my chance, but I could not imagine flying one on a day such as this. You know in cartoons when the characters are being blown sideways in the wind, holding onto lampposts and trees to keep from blowing away? That's today. And yet, a helicopter will still fly. Then, not only that, but a little Mooney came in shortly after the helicopter took off. Now, am I doing something wrong to avoid taking to the skies when it's moving at gusts beyond 30 kts? Or is this another example of the inferiority of my flying skils and/or airplane. Because I doubt the Fargo could keep its wings on a day such as this.

Either way, even with the wind outside, I was jealous of the guy walking across the apron after landing his Mooney. Not that I would want one, no, wait, I would as my second airplane,  but I was jealous that he was at a skill level that he could take on a day such as this. I was also jealous of the fact that he obviously had to be somewhere (because who would fly in these winds for a little fun, jaunt about the countryside) that he couldn't hold off until the wind died down. So while these pilots were getting on with their day and their, I'm guessing, employed flying gigs, I was eating at the restaurant with my mother, jealous and pouty I wasn't going up there too. Which brings me to the original point of my blog....

Originally, I was going to complain that my stupid computer wouldn't let me renew my microsoft office and therefore I could not get started writing an article about the amazing restaurant at my airport that I was going to perfect and send in for publishing. Instead, I just complained that I couldn't fly in blustery, insanely windy conditions and get paid for it. Well, I guess we all go on tangents once in a while, and I'm usually guiltier than most (and yes, guiltier is a word, it might just be my own, but it's still a word. If you can read it, it's a word). So now I must try again to find a way to download Microsoft Word so soon you can all read my articles somewhere beyond this blog, let's just hope they make much more sense than this one did.