I have been flying with my father for many years acting as his co-pilot. We have met a lot of famous, cool, and/or very rich people.
I met Carl Yastrzemski. When we were in the air, my father pointed to a small box of baseballs in the back seat and I quote my father, "We aren't landing until you sign them." So thats how I have a personalized baseball signed by Carl Yastrzemski with a priceless story to go with it. (I'm a huge Red Sox fan)
I met David Steiner (CEO of Waste Management). His daughter is HOT! He had a ring with an emerald the size of a quarter. I thought about swiping it when I shook his hand.
My father has become good friends with the past owners of the Samsonite Luggage Co. They sent me and my wife matching crystal glassware from Tiffany & Co. for our wedding present. I still haven't met them personally.
I met Tred Barta. He is even more over-zealous in real life. He almost hired my father to be his personal pilot. He still owes me a marlin fishing trip.
Bill Fenton (he owns ALL the car dealerships in Keene, VT) hired my father to fly him to the Watkins Glen Raceway in Watkins, NY so he could complete the first half of a race he was entered in. We got VIP treatment for the whole day and I got to sit in some VERY expensive cars. I distinctly remember a Ferrari, Lamborghini, Porsche, a tuned BMW M3 and a tuned Acura RSX (the one Bill drove).
My father was hired to fly a multi-millionaire up to the Bradford Camps on Munsungan Lake in Maine. There was a large meeting of several eco-friendly millionaires. The object of the meeting was to convince them to donate money for this Downeast Maine | The Conservation Fund
. Very noble cause.
The camp is owned by Igor Sikorsky III. The grandson of the man who invented the helicopter. He is a very interesting person to have a conversation with. I suggest you bring your 'A' game.
We spent a week fly fishing the most beautiful rivers I have ever seen. One morning, I was fishing facing up stream, I heard a "KACHOOSH KACHOOSH" behind me, I turned around and I was 30 feet from a bull moose.
One of the rivers was at the other end of the lake. It took us 45 minutes to get there in a row boat with a 8hp motor. While we were fishing, I heard thunder coming over one of the mountains. I told my dad we needed to go NOW. Being an self-taught over-confident weatherman (pilot), he said we had another hour of fishing before we needed to think about heading back. We didn't stop fishing until the storm was right on top of us
. We were in the middle of a friggin huge lake in a tin foil raft trying to go upwind back to the camp. I swear I saw Gods wrath in the clouds that day. They were JET BLACK with lightning bolts every other second. When we got back in our cabin, I looked outside and we had just beat the worst of the storm. The waves were coming at least 4 feet over the dock.
The only way to get to the camp is a 3 hour drive on a dirt road, or a float plane. We took the dirt road in, and a float plane out (the millionaire didn't want sit in a car again
). After we took off, I noticed that the fuel gauge was on empty and we had about 15 minutes of flying ahead of us. I also noticed I had two male ends of a seatbelt. When we landed, my father explained to me that bush pilots only fill up with as much gas as they need for their current flight so they can carry more freight and still make it off the lake.
I met Bill Cosby. Hes a dick.
My wife is taking care of the man who was Ronald Reagan's personal chef. He gave her one of his 'secret' recipes for steak.
This next story isn't worth much, but its sentimental value is priceless. A friend of mine went to Northeastern College in Boston. I went to a party one weekend and we decided to crash Simmons College (all girls). Long story short, the party at Simmons got busted. All my friends go arrested while I was getting laid in a different room.
I had to bail out three of my buddies and haven't let them forget it.
I'll probably remember more later. I have never been out of the country. But I'm still young and plan on seeing a lot of the world.