Originally Posted by
F9 Driver
And Sulk - I stopped counting the years after 35. 18 to be drafted. 21 to drink. 23 for ATP. 35 to run for President of The US... All downhill from there 😉
You're right, all down hill, except that little spark of happiness at 65, when we transition from the lofty position of professional pilot extraordinaire to the even more respectable vocation of Walmart greeter.
