Imagine that day:
Standing there on the tarmac looking at that plane & thinking 'should I or shouldn't I?' fuckit.. do it! Remove the wheel chocks. Can't use stairs so climb up & into the fuselage. whew! ..a bit tricky but do-able. Take a quick look around as you seal the door to see if anyone noticed. Nope! ..good so far.. The heart racing as you slide into the pilots seat. The engines spooling up. Release the parking brake. Nudging the throttles forward... yeesss! starting to move. Uh-oh they're squawking at me on the radio. Taxi to end of runway.. heh! no security racing towards me in cars yet. I cant believe I got this far. Lets roll! Advance throttles.... V1.. rotate.. and aaawaaaaay we go! Wow lookit the view of the Olympics *sigh*... What a beautiful sight. Lets see what this baby can do... YAHOO!! What a rush!! hmm 500 lbs fuel remaining... meh! ATC guy sounds concerned & he's trying to talk me back.. is he crazy? Why would he want me back over a population center? oh well.. I don't wanna anyways. Too bad, ATC-guy seems pretty ok. lol.. his boss is prob behind him telling him to 'get that asshole back, pronto', but I have other plans, hope he doesn't take it personally. It's a gorgeous day to go out on ones own terms, amirite? How many get that chance eh?
No more worries.
No more pain.
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>when questioned about the stunt, the test pilot said "just selling airplanes." 