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Is John Travolta a sailplane pilot?
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Jeff Bures
Jun 18, 2021, 3:39:07 PM6/18/21
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Maybe I'm loosing my mind. There's a Nimbus 3 for sale, just posted on W&W. My son and I (separately) both thought the person in the photo might be John Travolta!
Is he a sailplane pilot? If so, this Nimbus 3 is decked out like I would imagine John Travolta would do.
https://wingsandwheels.com/schempp-hirth-nimbus-3-4517.html
Is he a sailplane pilot? If so, this Nimbus 3 is decked out like I would imagine John Travolta would do.
https://wingsandwheels.com/schempp-hirth-nimbus-3-4517.html
Steve Leonard
Jun 18, 2021, 6:22:39 PM6/18/21
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Jeff Bures
Jun 18, 2021, 6:40:31 PM6/18/21
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Matt Herron Jr.
Jun 18, 2021, 9:09:12 PM6/18/21
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FAA says its Registered to PRICE MICHAEL F.the guy in the ad, (that doesn't look like John T.)
Jay Campbell
Jun 19, 2021, 7:49:23 AM6/19/21
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Tony
Jun 19, 2021, 3:03:13 PM6/19/21
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Jun 21, 2021, 9:01:53 PM6/21/21
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Terry Pitts
Jul 27, 2021, 6:44:20 PM7/27/21
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On Friday, June 18, 2021 at 9:09:12 PM UTC-4, Matt Herron Jr. wrote:
> FAA says its Registered to PRICE MICHAEL F.the guy in the ad, (that doesn't look like John T.)
Michael is in my glider club. He's not John Travolta.
Terry
B BRIONES
Jul 29, 2021, 2:13:04 PM7/29/21
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Jonathan St. Cloud
Jul 29, 2021, 8:34:23 PM7/29/21
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I don't know if John is a sailplane pilot, but I can tell you without hesitation that his brother-in-law (former) is of limited constitution when it comes to flying, or concern for his significant other. Here is story about a helicopter flight I piloted for this group:
One Degree of Separation
Full disclosure, this is a true story, but with plausible deniability and to protect me from A Civil Action, the names may have been changed to protect the Guilty. Years ago, I was asked to give a helicopter flight to a young couple. The young man was the brother, let’s call him “Michael”, of a well known actress whom is married to a very well known actor whom I can’t frankly for the life of me remember his name. I have heard a rumor that said actor lives in Florida at an airpark with his own BE 7 or 0 or 7, I don’t know what that is. There would be three people flying with me that day, Sean, the client whom asked for this favor, Michael and his girlfriend, I will call her Carrie. As I was giving the pre-flight briefing, I was looking at Carrie, because She’s So Lovely and I incorrectly assumed was the weakest link. I wanted a Perfect flight, and of course Staying Alive was the ultimate goal. I told them we would be flying a Thin Red Line of maneuvers that they should feel comfortable with before we moved on to Grease some of the Mad City maneuvers a MD 520N could perform. Michael stepped in front of Carrie as I was speaking and said “I don’t care how she feels I want to do everything this machine can do”. I thought, “what an Urban Cowboy”. Then he told me some Pulp Fiction that his brother in-law was pilot and that he was practically a pilot himself with all the flying he had done with said brother-in-law. The Experts, without qualifications, warnings #1-5. I thought he would Be Cool airborne. I strapped each in their seat, the couple in the rear seats, and I closed their doors with the instruction to stay in the aircraft until after the rotors stopped turning. We all looked like The Boy in the Plastic Bubble, within the egg shape of this helicopter. I mounted the pilot’s seat and went through the White Man’s Burden of pre-flight checks, and getting the fires started. The entire time I was going through the start Phenomenon, there was constant chatter over the intercom. There were screeches of delight as I pulled some torque and pushed left cyclic to roll on the left skid (American helicopters hang left skid low), a little more torque and we smoothly lifted off the pad did a quarter right peddle turn, deck angle changed as we went from hover to forward flight. I departed the airport this morning a straight line for five miles before a downwind turn at twenty degrees bank. The chatter over the intercom had stopped and I thought all were enjoying the Primary Colors of the fall morning. Soon I heard over the intercom, “dude”. “Yes”, I responded. “I don’t feel good,“ Michael strained to say like he was speaking through The Devil’s Rain. So I asked, “do you want to return to the airport or just no more turns?” “I want to return now.” So I did a even more gentle turn back to airport and called for landing clearance. Just before crossing two active runways the tower asked for a quick s-turn for separation, and I gently placed bird on pad with no hover, I flew this bird everyday. I rolled throttle to idle and announced that there was a 2 minute turbine cool down and I would like everyone to stay in the aircraft until rotors stopped, unless they were going to Blow Out their guts. Back door popped open in a Bolt I heard my thousand dollar Bose headset hit the side of the million dollar helicopter and watched as Michael walked out onto the active taxiway (he was practically a pilot), and puke his Face Off. It was like he had gotten a Fever, Saturday Night. Tower called and asked what I did to him as he was throwing up Chains of Gold and to get him off the taxiway. When this flight was arranged the day before I was asked what they should eat before flying and as always my answer was Bananas. They taste about the same going down as they do coming up. Welcome to Hollywood, I guess Michael thought breakfast burrito’s would look better for the Savages and Wild Hogs that would clean the mess. Total flight time, exclusive of startup and shutdown, 8 minutes.
One Degree of Separation
Full disclosure, this is a true story, but with plausible deniability and to protect me from A Civil Action, the names may have been changed to protect the Guilty. Years ago, I was asked to give a helicopter flight to a young couple. The young man was the brother, let’s call him “Michael”, of a well known actress whom is married to a very well known actor whom I can’t frankly for the life of me remember his name. I have heard a rumor that said actor lives in Florida at an airpark with his own BE 7 or 0 or 7, I don’t know what that is. There would be three people flying with me that day, Sean, the client whom asked for this favor, Michael and his girlfriend, I will call her Carrie. As I was giving the pre-flight briefing, I was looking at Carrie, because She’s So Lovely and I incorrectly assumed was the weakest link. I wanted a Perfect flight, and of course Staying Alive was the ultimate goal. I told them we would be flying a Thin Red Line of maneuvers that they should feel comfortable with before we moved on to Grease some of the Mad City maneuvers a MD 520N could perform. Michael stepped in front of Carrie as I was speaking and said “I don’t care how she feels I want to do everything this machine can do”. I thought, “what an Urban Cowboy”. Then he told me some Pulp Fiction that his brother in-law was pilot and that he was practically a pilot himself with all the flying he had done with said brother-in-law. The Experts, without qualifications, warnings #1-5. I thought he would Be Cool airborne. I strapped each in their seat, the couple in the rear seats, and I closed their doors with the instruction to stay in the aircraft until after the rotors stopped turning. We all looked like The Boy in the Plastic Bubble, within the egg shape of this helicopter. I mounted the pilot’s seat and went through the White Man’s Burden of pre-flight checks, and getting the fires started. The entire time I was going through the start Phenomenon, there was constant chatter over the intercom. There were screeches of delight as I pulled some torque and pushed left cyclic to roll on the left skid (American helicopters hang left skid low), a little more torque and we smoothly lifted off the pad did a quarter right peddle turn, deck angle changed as we went from hover to forward flight. I departed the airport this morning a straight line for five miles before a downwind turn at twenty degrees bank. The chatter over the intercom had stopped and I thought all were enjoying the Primary Colors of the fall morning. Soon I heard over the intercom, “dude”. “Yes”, I responded. “I don’t feel good,“ Michael strained to say like he was speaking through The Devil’s Rain. So I asked, “do you want to return to the airport or just no more turns?” “I want to return now.” So I did a even more gentle turn back to airport and called for landing clearance. Just before crossing two active runways the tower asked for a quick s-turn for separation, and I gently placed bird on pad with no hover, I flew this bird everyday. I rolled throttle to idle and announced that there was a 2 minute turbine cool down and I would like everyone to stay in the aircraft until rotors stopped, unless they were going to Blow Out their guts. Back door popped open in a Bolt I heard my thousand dollar Bose headset hit the side of the million dollar helicopter and watched as Michael walked out onto the active taxiway (he was practically a pilot), and puke his Face Off. It was like he had gotten a Fever, Saturday Night. Tower called and asked what I did to him as he was throwing up Chains of Gold and to get him off the taxiway. When this flight was arranged the day before I was asked what they should eat before flying and as always my answer was Bananas. They taste about the same going down as they do coming up. Welcome to Hollywood, I guess Michael thought breakfast burrito’s would look better for the Savages and Wild Hogs that would clean the mess. Total flight time, exclusive of startup and shutdown, 8 minutes.
Herbert Kilian
Jul 30, 2021, 8:44:15 AM7/30/21
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Jul 30, 2021, 12:01:40 PM7/30/21
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