I gode gamle dagar!

[AA-skipper]

Those were the good ole days. Pilots all knew who Jimmy Doolittle was, drank coffee, whiskey, smoked cigars and didn't wear digital watches.

They carried their own suitcases and brain bags. Pilots didn't bend over into the crash position multiple times each day in front of the passengers at security so that some Gov't agent could probe for tweezers or fingernail clippers or too much toothpaste.

Pilots did not go through the terminal impersonating a caddy pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers, guitars, and feed bags full of tofu and granola on a sissy-trailer with no hat while talking to their personal trainer on the cell phone.

Being an Airline Captain was as good as being the King in a Mel Brooks movie.

All the Stewardesses (aka.Flight Attendants) were young, attractive, single women that were proud to be combatants in the sexual revolution. They didn't have to turn sideways, grease up and suck it in to get through the cockpit door. They would blush and say thank you when told that they looked good, instead of filing a sexual harrassment claim. Junior Stewardesses shared a room and talked about men... with no thoughts of substitution.

Passengers wore nice clothes and were polite, they could speak AND understand English. They didn't speak gibberish or listen to loud gangsta rap on their IPods.

They bathed and didn't smell like a rotting pile of garbage in a jogging suit and flip-flops. Children didn't travel alone, commuting between trailer parks.

There were no mongolhordes asking for a 'mu-fuggin' seatbelt extension or a Scotch and grapefruit juice cocktail with a twist.

If the Captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting jerk off the airplane, it was done without any worries of a lawsuit or getting fired.

Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom and left an impressive black smoke trail like a locomotive burning soft coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once the throttles were pushed up they were left there, after all it was the jet age and the idea was to go fast (run like a lizard on a hardwood floor). Economy cruise was something in the performance book, but no one knew why or where it was.

When the clacker went off no one got all tight and scared because Boeing built it out of iron, nothing was going to fall off and that sound had the same effect on real pilots then as Viagra does now for those new age guys.

There was very little plastic and no composites on the airplanes or the Stewardesses' pectoral regions. Airplanes and women had eye pleasing symetrical curves, not a bunch of ugly vortex generators, ventral fins, winglets, flow diverters, tatoos, rings in their nose, tongues and eyebrows.

Airlines were run by men like C.R. Smith and Juan Trippe who had built their companies virtually from scratch, knew many of their employees by name and were lifetime airline employees themselves, not pseudo financiers and bean counters who flit from one occupation to another for a few bucks, a better parachute or a fancier title while fervently believing that they are a class of beings unto themselves.

And so it was back then....and never will be again

[l188]

And so it was back then....and never will be again

......og takk og pris for det!

[l188]

btw

WF-Skipper

[LN-MOW]

Noe midt imellom hadde vel vært OK ...

Minner meg litt om gruppa på fjasboka for oss som overlevde 60-tallet, men med litt motsatt fortegn ..

[Tommy777]

Originally Posted by l188

......og takk og pris for det!

:confused

[PSC TOS]

Fin artikkel, sånn rent bortsett fra de rasistiske, mannsjåvinistiske, og nazistiske undertonene...

[AirbusTrond]

Ironi, I presume.

[Tommy777]

Originally Posted by AirbusTero

Ironi, I presume.

Kanskje det, ja

[VC-10]

Artig liten historie. Det var liksom litt mer stil over det i de gode gamle dager.
Som LN-MOW sier, noe midt i mellom den tidens rutiner og dagens hadde kanskje vært OK!

VC-10