As Pete Fusco moved from one wretched flying job to another in the early days of his aviation career, he displayed a knack for elevating the most ordinary situations to grand debacle. He maintains that it wasn't entirely his fault. He assigns part of the blame on the Gods of Aviation Misfortune, who seemed to stalk him for their own entertainment. The gods had help; along the way they enlisted the services of an ex-biker named Moondog, the Cleveland Mafia, a mythical beast known as the Curtiss C-46, a Miami smuggler of shrunken heads and a con artist named Three-fingered Hank. Fusco's story is the story of all pilots who ever chanced the long odds against making a living flying airplanes and lived to laugh about it.
I haven’t laughed this hard while reading a book in a long time. All of the stories are so relatable to someone who started out flight instructing to sitting in the cockpit of a jet. This should be required reading for any pilot looking for their first job. It will prepare them for what lies ahead.
Loved it!, great read that takes the reader into the world of cowboy aviation of the late 60's and early 70's era, it follows the author's journey from humble beginning as an instructor to working charter, and finally flying cargo from Miami, where pilot were often recruited from a local bar across from the airport.
Very funny, engaging book chronicling the path of a man who desires to be a pilot and not work for a living. I would love o see tis on the big screen. As a non-pilot, I was thoroughly entertained.