Graying Aviation

The general public has always felt more comfortable seeing an older gray haired pilot getting onboard the plane that they are about to board. There is a certain comfort in knowing the old fart must have lived so long because he's a good pilot. Otherwise, he would have died long ago while barnstorming in the Midwest with wing walkers or while towing banners or something.

The FAA took a different view and as far as they were concerned, there was a serious safety issue with having so many old pilots who probably needed pacemakers or something zooming across the sky. So, the FAA started an age 60 mandatory retirement of ATPs back in 1959. Actually, there is probably some validity to the debate that says it was really to get younger pilots with lower pay scales into the left seat.

Actually, for ages aviation has had a gray overcast that prevented many from becoming professional pilots. When I earned my pilot license at the ancient age of 28 it would not have been possible for me to even consider becoming a professional pilot. The skies were full of pilots from WWII and Korea who had so much seniority that it prevented younger generations from considering it as a possible profession. That has begun to change as the oldsters are being forced to retire.

With aviation there is only one way to ever land a job as a professional pilot and that's by "building time", an expensive proposition. The way many pilots build time is once they get a Commercial license they get an Instructor rating and then hope to find students to pay for their flying time because all this stuff can get VERY expensive, very quickly.

These days there are "lower" levels of pilot licenses than Private Pilot that can be earned, there is now a Sport Pilot and Recreation pilot license. These licenses have restrictions on the types of aircraft that can be flown, where and when they can be flown. The basic standards for Private Pilot have not changed and that is the license that many General Aviation pilots hold. Above Private there is Commercial and ATP (Airline Transport Pilots, the rating needed to fly scheduled carriers) but there are many ratings, or steps along the way. After Private the next logical step is to work on is IFR, or Instrument Flight Rating, (the one Kennedy should have had). From there you need to pick up Multi Engine and Commercial. There are specific endorsements that are needed to fly floatplanes, taildraggers and complex aircraft (More than 200HP, Constant Speed Prop or Retractable Gear). Oh, and Type ratings. If it weighs more than 12,500lbs ya gotta get a Type Certificate to fly it.

Now, things have changed. There is some serious concern that there just aren't enough young people looking into aviation as a career these days. With airlines being run by MBAs (Morons of Business Aviation) along with bankrupted retirement funds professional pilots these days feel more like bus drivers than kings of the sky. Experienced pilots are actually even leaving airlines and going back into the military to fly since the pay, retirement and level of respect for experience is better.

Since I have sons of age I’ve looked into the cost of getting all the ratings to start an aviation career. Self study at a small airport with a flight school would run $30,000 to $40,000. Doing a university degree thing would be in the $65,000.00 plus range. Just renting an airplane dual (with and instructor) these days can easilly be over $100 an hour putting just a private license in the $5,000.00 range. Even the smallest piston rotary wings (helicopters) have always been two or three times as expensive. I wonder how many people have been checking out the ads that have been running on TV lately that tout… "Come learn to fly helicopters".
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Red Lion Airport (N73)

It’s a short walk from the parking lot across the little wooden bridge that transverses the drainage ditch. From there one walks into what was once the airport café where the experience of a world famous frosty mug of Red Lion root beer could be had. When I walked in the door it was the proverbial walk into a time machine. I wanted to ask where Don was, my friend, my instructor. I knew he wasn’t there, he hadn’t been there for years and no one knew what had ever happened to him. I do think about him from time to time, I knew him well and he I. But isn’t that the same feeling that every pilot has for the instructor who gave him the keys to the sky.

Just beyond the café is the "pilot's lounge". If there is one word to describe the pilot’s lounge it would have to be cozy, another word would be constant, it hasn’t changed much in 15 or 20 years. The floor is made of the tile that one would expect to find in a bathroom, you know… the little one inch tiles that would drive anyone crazy who believed in keeping grout clean.

The same tiles that were missing twenty years ago are still missing today. The furniture is overstuffed comfy as it should be. Stark contrast to the seats student and instructor experience in the confines of a C152. The atmosphere like the chairs and sofas is relaxed. Yet it’s that kind of relaxed where you are still on the edge of your game, like the relaxation that one feels from a demanding game of chess. Demanding of attention, yet at ease and satisfying. It’s the same place where I was comfortable 20 years ago and I still felt just as home there today.

The runway threshold is just about 50 yards away, do a greaser and you can walk in tall and arrogant. Slam the gear into the ground and you would get the roasting that you well deserved. Funny how it went, but the others always knew when you needed to be brought down to size with the proper ribbing. They also knew when you needed encouragement.

There is never a shortage of pilots who will walk up to you at an airport like this and happily tell you about their most embarrassing moments. You know, the typical "Ah shit kid, that landing wasn’t that bad, you should have seen the one I did last week. We had to call the FAA and get them to lower the field elevation on the sectional charts", that’s hanger flying. Hanger flying is the best way to learn how to fly. Sure, the books tell you the right answer, the hanger flyers tell you the better answer. Good example would be when a student pilot asks 'in the hanger'... "How far are you alowed to fly out over water without having survival gear?". Well, the book says within glide, the hanger pilots answer that question with another question: "How far can you swim?".

Today those people aren’t around, Red Lion Airport is quiet. I was watching a twin doing a taxi on runway 5 when Arlene walked around the corner. "I know I recognize you, but I just don’t remember your name" she said. "I’m Vince Lyons, it’s been a dozen or two years since I’ve been here". Arlene and her husband Ray own the airport and the FBO, Affiliated Air Services. We talked for a few minutes and reminisced trying to put together the names of the typical hanger flyers who could have been found around the airport years ago. "Coy was just here this morning" she told me. Oh I certainly remembered Coy, he had been my FAA Designated Examiner and had signed my ticket some 24 years and two months ago, sorry I missed the chance to see him.

Arlene told me to go ahead and take a walk down the line and that I should help myself to some magazines too, "Maybe you’ll get the bug again". I told her I still had it, I just need to hit powerball.