WOW
I happened to be at an airport the day this airline ceased operations – BWI as I recall; March 28, 2019. I watched them tow this plane off to the side someplace and there it sat … waiting for me to take this picture. Apparently, this plane had been repossessed by the lessor. It appears this aircraft ended up at Turkish Airlines.
All WOW flights were cancelled with no advance warning and thousands of stranded passengers were advised to book flights with other airlines.
WOW was an Icelandic carrier; it’s collapse was enough to affect the Icelandic economy.
Probably close to if not the last time I boarded one of these flying cigar tubes.
When Arizona first allowed concealed carry, they required a class of instruction and the class I took was 16 hours over 2 days. I say that because those 16 hours gave each of us an opportunity to meet and know a bit about the others.
We were in a break, and the topic was gun nuts that we gun nuts knew. Our group included a guy who worked at the local Harley dealership who wasn’t adding much to this conversation. Finally, he chimed in with saying that he knew a guy who had sand-bagged the bedroom to his house.
Winner. I know lots of guys who have made “interesting” decisions with their 2A collections, but I don’t know anyone who has gone to those lengths. Not even close.
Anyhoo, at one point, this Harley guy mentioned that in a prior life, he had been an airline pilot. He had worked for a company that most here probably have never heard of….Wein Air Alaska. That job ended rather suddenly when the payroll checks began to bounce. That’s a big clue that it is time to move on.
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…it wouldn’t be the first, nor even the last.
When I was regularly bouncing back and forth between the US and Asia, I flew Northwest. I think I reached some frequent flier level of Diamond Studded Double Platinum or something. I always flew business class and that is not bad treatment. You effectively have a lounge chair to watch movies for 12 hours with a gal coming by regularly to ply you with good chow and booze. If one tires of movies there are music play lists, which is where I developed my interest in Stan Getz and his tenor saxiphone.
My old trusty 1994 Ford Ranger is going away after 20+ years of service. My kids named it Bucket, when they were little. Bought my wife a new car yesterday and it would look like a used car lot if we didn’t shed one vehicle. I will take over the wife’s 10 year old GLE350. A friend at the gun range is going to trade me a S&W 686 for Bucket.
I’m getting a bunch of sun spots burned off with LN2 in a few days. Gonna get my blood tested to see if I am going to flame out any time soon.
Got back from bear hunting around Blue Mountain southwest of Colorado Springs. No bear meat for the freezer. Late frost killed all the acorns and bears are getting into populated areas/homes looking for food. Mosquitos were horrible. Almost stepped on a medium sized black bear while trekking up a draw. It hauled ass down the mountain, headed south and probably made it to New Mexico by dark. Couldn’t even get my safety off. Made me smile though. Hiked and still hunted through some very rugged terrain. Mostly walked game trails or blazed through thick scrub oak. Kept my compass in my right front pocket and checked it frequently. I passed the self imposed man test for three days straight. Drove most of the way there and back on 70 which made me think of the crew here on this blog a number of times.
No work email access for four days. Wish I hadn’t looked at it last night when I got home. Yikes. Head to CA on Wednesday. I will go into the office on Monday. At least it will be quiet.