If it makes you happy, I don’t really like ANY planes, but I’m willing to live on the same planet with them. As long as I don’t have to fly in them. I view small plane pilots as being somewhat in the same category as bungee jumpers…people who get a thrill out of something that would make me lose sphincter control.
The thing is, though, I have enough odd pleasures of my own (D&D, reading science fiction and fantasy, etc.) that I recognize it’s in my own best interest to tolerate the odd interests of other people.
I’m a bit biased, being a pilot and all. Love them. This morning I headed down to the airport and borrowed the twin Aztec from the flight school where I used to teach. (Still do occassionally, but not a regular thing). Flew out to the coast, got some good seafood for lunch, flew back.
Gotta love it. Would have been a 4 1/2 hour drive each way. All the same, I would rather fly a slower helicopter, but I won’t be complaining.
I love small planes, as do most skydivers. I’ve got a couple hundred jumps from various Cessna 182s and 206s, Shorts Skyvans, CASAs, de Havilland Twin Otters, Beech King Airs, a Pitt Special biplane, and an Allouette II helicopter (4 seater). Hanging on to the outside of a plane going 80 mph is a neat perspective on aviation that most people will never get to see.
Worked in western Alaska for years. Only way to get anywhere is boat or plane. Much prefer the plane. Spectacular views you would never get from a large aircraft. Caribou herding up in the fall, looking for bears. However, any flight over 3 hours can get cramped and there is the noise level.
Also rode in Hueys from Cam Rahn inland. Loved the view. No door. Hot dogging pilots used to try to scare us by treetopping. Whoopee! Until one of them crashed.
Only thing I dislike about small aircarft is fog. I get instantly dis-oriented. I would never be able to land a tail dragger because I couldn’t see the runway.
My very first flight was in a twin engine 6 seater airplane.
It was cool as cool was. I really liked being able to see everything.
I took a commercial non-stop cross USA country flight during the
summer. It was boring and I couldn’t see squat. Which sucked.
I loved the only time I flew in one. I have a pilot friend that wants me
to fly with him some day. He flies the bitty birds. When we actually can
manage it, it’ll be great.
The first time I ever flew was in a tiny four seater…think VW bug with wings. I was at Southern Illinois University and they have a flying school, so students needed to fly and would sometimes offer flights if you chipped in for the gas money.
Anyway…a woman I knew flew with me and they were to land at my small, hometown “airport” which was nothing more than an old, unused highway. We took off in clear skies and half an hour later, we were in the middle of a fucking blizzard. The woman I was flying with was sucking down valium like it was Pez candies, the two student fliers tried to go above the clouds but the plane wasn’t able to do so. We flew blind (the had radio contact, but nothing else) and it was freezing in that thing. We got the the hometown and the winds were horendous…couldn’t land after three attempts and had to fly to the next largest airport which was Joliet. They radioed in, all other flights were diverted and we landed, at about 80 miles per hour with the sound of tires zipping like hoards of killer bees. We came to a full stop about 3 feet from a cyclone fence.
A week later, the same guys landed at my hometown highway landing strip to pick us up for the return flight. My father practically had to force me at gunpoint to get back on that deathtrap (he was in the Air Force during the war) and oddly enough, the flight back was perfect. We didn’t fly that high, so you could see people in cars driving down below and it was really kind of nice.
I didn’t mind flying after that…until I was in a jet bound for Luxembourg that had the engines catch fire and almost crashed.
Since then, I don’t like to fly, but I do. I just dread it for about three weeks before I fly and the whole time I am in the air, you don’t want to sit next to me…trust me. I am the white knuckled guy breathing in the paper bag.
I like them. I’m not prone to airsickness in general, but I’ve found that I’m even less prone to it in smaller planes–most likely because you tend to get better views out of them, just from window access and lower altitudes.
One of the first things I do in the future after getting my eyes replaced with bionic implants will be getting a private pilot’s license.