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Seattle is an aviator's dream! |
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| Seattle is an aviator's dream! |
By Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid
- SGN A&E Writer
Wow what a week that just flew by.
In most cities, neighborhoods under flight paths are less desirable. Not here in Seattle, unless you are close by either Boeing or SeaTac airports themselves. Even around there, many of the homes have been equipped with sound insulating windows through a Noise Abatement program that have helped maintain home values.
Up here on Capitol Hill we have multi million dollar mansions encircling Volunteer Park that come complete with close up views of jetliners day and night as they happily go to and fro. I think its because this is a Boeing town, where the jets we see are often made by our neighbors. Theres always a visual thrill going on even downtown, where many transport planes and private jets seem to show off to everyone in the high-rises as they cruise on by towards Boeing field. The jet-city look works with the Space Needle. I wish they had kept that top the bright original orange! It really was cool especially because these days orange is the new off-white (!) in the fashion world.
One of my own clients took out a loan for a used 60 thousand dollar Cessna that he hops into every weekend to go golfing anywhere he decides to around here or Portland, Port Angeles, or Vancouver. He and his partner decided theyd rather have a small plane that gets amazing gas mileage and gets you far fast instead of sitting in traffic in a big-ass SUV on the way to mall shopping like a lot of their friends. Sure, they still drive an older car, but he and his partner are part of that adventurous fun crowd that refuses to be limited by normal thinking. They have a ton more fun because of it. Just to rub it in, theyre always talking about the latest wild play they saw in VanC or Portland.
So here we all are, living under the continual gaze of folks in sparkling multicolored planes of all shapes and sizes.
Even Eastlake is just another landing pad where seaplanes plop down as regularly as the duck population.
Then along comes the Blue Angels to take make our Jet City look like a tranquil walk in a park!
I found myself thrilling to their stupid machismo daredevil antics even as they threatened half our city with total annihilation if they screwed up for even for just a few seconds.
Kitty Von Ypsilanti was dreamily imagining those testosterone-filled young stud-pilots as their balls turned blue under the massive G-forces going on above us. Zo zat is vy zey are called ze Bleu Angelics! she exclaimed. I was thinking what a cool thing it would be to orgasm exactly as they roared overhead, and wondering how she suddenly got such a weird accent.
Later that Saturday night an unknown patron was rumored to have stepped up to the Eagles public address system and announced: Attention! Will the Blue Angel that cruised my ass today as he flew by my window report IMMEDIATELY to the sling upstairs by the pool table. Flight gear is optional, pilot! Your mission has not been completed, Sir!
I dont know any other city that so totally embraces air traffic. I never thought a city could enjoy it so much!
Erik Wallen is learning how to fly and looking for a studly flight instructor.
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