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#81
Disinterested Third Party
Joined APC: Jun 2012
Posts: 5,596

..JB you forgot to mention the ICAO Doc4444 / standard ATC phraseology..No need to learn it as everybody else should know English..
It is quite entertaining sometimes to hear the US-carriers talk to ATC overseas..(Most UPS and Fedex guys are pretty good though)..
Fly Safe,
B757
It is quite entertaining sometimes to hear the US-carriers talk to ATC overseas..(Most UPS and Fedex guys are pretty good though)..
Fly Safe,
B757
By far the most arrogance, and the most self-righteousness out there is among foreign pilots, and by far most are the least experienced, and often the least qualified to be in that seat. The sneer down the nose, the side long glances, the occasional jab on the radio, and the prejudices encountered globally, often aimed squarely at US pilots, leave no leg to stand upon for foreign aviators. None.
Aviation is full of many professionals, but when I begin hearing all the little ethnicities whining about the yanks, I've not far to look to see the lesser man.
The vast majority of foreign pilots entered an airline cockpit from their basic flight training and have never seen anything else, save one or two employers. I fly in and out of nearly every country in the world, staying in many, having lived in quite a few. Invariably it's a matter of the yank not doing it "our way," and every little airline or operator around the globe thinking it's their way or nothing at all.
I'll reiterate: I don't care. I don't work for them. Until they pay my salary, their opinions mean nothing. Do I say "point," or "decimal" on the radio? Maybe. Don't like it? Choke on it. Do I occasionally say "tree tree oh?" Perhaps. Did the controller understand? Then we're golden. You don't like it? Kiss a goat.
There are plenty of pilots and controllers around the globe whose English is so poor as to be nearly unrecognizable on the radio, and yet it is the language to be used. Do I say "uhloomuhnum," instead of "aleuuumienieum," when referring to the metal that makes up the airplane? Sure. That's what it is. For those who find that cute, annoying, crass, uncultured, tough.
Presently I have five FAA certificates. I considered others from other locations years ago and finally decided there's plenty of work at home without needing to jump through flaming hoops that will collect dust in a drawer. Sometimes I use Kilograms for fuel. Sometimes pounds. I read met reports in meters and feet and wind in knots and meters per second; doesn't bother me much either way. I've trained foreign pilots. I speak several languages, can eat with a knife and fork and am happy to slice my foot with the dull edge of the fork and shovel it into my gaping maw and drink from the bottle while you sit aghast in the corner and judge me.
Go ahead. Ask if I give a flying ****. You'll likelky need a lot more experience and a lot more qualification before you impress me. Whether you're dressed nicely, or enunciate your 'r's' and 't's' won't. Neither will your chutzpah. Your arrogance reflects on you, mate. Not me.

#83

I spend most of my waking days in flight internationally, so it's not like flying internationally is a foreign concept.
By far the most arrogance, and the most self-righteousness out there is among foreign pilots, and by far most are the least experienced, and often the least qualified to be in that seat. The sneer down the nose, the side long glances, the occasional jab on the radio, and the prejudices encountered globally, often aimed squarely at US pilots, leave no leg to stand upon for foreign aviators. None.
Aviation is full of many professionals, but when I begin hearing all the little ethnicities whining about the yanks, I've not far to look to see the lesser man.
The vast majority of foreign pilots entered an airline cockpit from their basic flight training and have never seen anything else, save one or two employers. I fly in and out of nearly every country in the world, staying in many, having lived in quite a few. Invariably it's a matter of the yank not doing it "our way," and every little airline or operator around the globe thinking it's their way or nothing at all.
I'll reiterate: I don't care. I don't work for them. Until they pay my salary, their opinions mean nothing. Do I say "point," or "decimal" on the radio? Maybe. Don't like it? Choke on it. Do I occasionally say "tree tree oh?" Perhaps. Did the controller understand? Then we're golden. You don't like it? Kiss a goat.
There are plenty of pilots and controllers around the globe whose English is so poor as to be nearly unrecognizable on the radio, and yet it is the language to be used. Do I say "uhloomuhnum," instead of "aleuuumienieum," when referring to the metal that makes up the airplane? Sure. That's what it is. For those who find that cute, annoying, crass, uncultured, tough.
Presently I have five FAA certificates. I considered others from other locations years ago and finally decided there's plenty of work at home without needing to jump through flaming hoops that will collect dust in a drawer. Sometimes I use Kilograms for fuel. Sometimes pounds. I read met reports in meters and feet and wind in knots and meters per second; doesn't bother me much either way. I've trained foreign pilots. I speak several languages, can eat with a knife and fork and am happy to slice my foot with the dull edge of the fork and shovel it into my gaping maw and drink from the bottle while you sit aghast in the corner and judge me.
Go ahead. Ask if I give a flying ****. You'll likelky need a lot more experience and a lot more qualification before you impress me. Whether you're dressed nicely, or enunciate your 'r's' and 't's' won't. Neither will your chutzpah. Your arrogance reflects on you, mate. Not me.
By far the most arrogance, and the most self-righteousness out there is among foreign pilots, and by far most are the least experienced, and often the least qualified to be in that seat. The sneer down the nose, the side long glances, the occasional jab on the radio, and the prejudices encountered globally, often aimed squarely at US pilots, leave no leg to stand upon for foreign aviators. None.
Aviation is full of many professionals, but when I begin hearing all the little ethnicities whining about the yanks, I've not far to look to see the lesser man.
The vast majority of foreign pilots entered an airline cockpit from their basic flight training and have never seen anything else, save one or two employers. I fly in and out of nearly every country in the world, staying in many, having lived in quite a few. Invariably it's a matter of the yank not doing it "our way," and every little airline or operator around the globe thinking it's their way or nothing at all.
I'll reiterate: I don't care. I don't work for them. Until they pay my salary, their opinions mean nothing. Do I say "point," or "decimal" on the radio? Maybe. Don't like it? Choke on it. Do I occasionally say "tree tree oh?" Perhaps. Did the controller understand? Then we're golden. You don't like it? Kiss a goat.
There are plenty of pilots and controllers around the globe whose English is so poor as to be nearly unrecognizable on the radio, and yet it is the language to be used. Do I say "uhloomuhnum," instead of "aleuuumienieum," when referring to the metal that makes up the airplane? Sure. That's what it is. For those who find that cute, annoying, crass, uncultured, tough.
Presently I have five FAA certificates. I considered others from other locations years ago and finally decided there's plenty of work at home without needing to jump through flaming hoops that will collect dust in a drawer. Sometimes I use Kilograms for fuel. Sometimes pounds. I read met reports in meters and feet and wind in knots and meters per second; doesn't bother me much either way. I've trained foreign pilots. I speak several languages, can eat with a knife and fork and am happy to slice my foot with the dull edge of the fork and shovel it into my gaping maw and drink from the bottle while you sit aghast in the corner and judge me.
Go ahead. Ask if I give a flying ****. You'll likelky need a lot more experience and a lot more qualification before you impress me. Whether you're dressed nicely, or enunciate your 'r's' and 't's' won't. Neither will your chutzpah. Your arrogance reflects on you, mate. Not me.
I let Nigel & co. laugh at me, pour their scorn all over me until it's my turn. And that usually shuts them up, after a mention my number of off days, and then my pay. And I still say "Tree" on the radio, and I request "descent" and not lower.
Play stupid games, win stupid prices.
Last edited by Arado 234; 09-27-2023 at 08:38 PM.
#84
Banned
Joined APC: Mar 2021
Posts: 1,207

Reminds me of my last F/O flying through the WATRS airspace. Wearing a big fat Breitling but couldn't talk on the radio. Typical DFW "I don't care" attitude. Was dressed the same way. You either are a pro or you're not. And you can't buy class either.
I let Nigel & co. laugh at me, pour their scorn all over me until it's my turn. And that usually shuts them up, after a mention my number of off days, and then my pay. And I still say "Tree" on the radio, and I request "descent" and not lower.
Play stupid games, win stupid prices.
I let Nigel & co. laugh at me, pour their scorn all over me until it's my turn. And that usually shuts them up, after a mention my number of off days, and then my pay. And I still say "Tree" on the radio, and I request "descent" and not lower.
Play stupid games, win stupid prices.
#87

And I don't wear a $1500+ Breitling, Rolex aviator watch either.
Still got the picture of Crandall hanging above your bed?
#88
Gets Weekends Off
Joined APC: Jan 2014
Posts: 1,273

1500????? Worlds cheapest breitling or rolllllly
#89

I spend most of my waking days in flight internationally, so it's not like flying internationally is a foreign concept.
By far the most arrogance, and the most self-righteousness out there is among foreign pilots, and by far most are the least experienced, and often the least qualified to be in that seat. The sneer down the nose, the side long glances, the occasional jab on the radio, and the prejudices encountered globally, often aimed squarely at US pilots, leave no leg to stand upon for foreign aviators. None.
Aviation is full of many professionals, but when I begin hearing all the little ethnicities whining about the yanks, I've not far to look to see the lesser man.
The vast majority of foreign pilots entered an airline cockpit from their basic flight training and have never seen anything else, save one or two employers. I fly in and out of nearly every country in the world, staying in many, having lived in quite a few. Invariably it's a matter of the yank not doing it "our way," and every little airline or operator around the globe thinking it's their way or nothing at all.
I'll reiterate: I don't care. I don't work for them. Until they pay my salary, their opinions mean nothing. Do I say "point," or "decimal" on the radio? Maybe. Don't like it? Choke on it. Do I occasionally say "tree tree oh?" Perhaps. Did the controller understand? Then we're golden. You don't like it? Kiss a goat.
There are plenty of pilots and controllers around the globe whose English is so poor as to be nearly unrecognizable on the radio, and yet it is the language to be used. Do I say "uhloomuhnum," instead of "aleuuumienieum," when referring to the metal that makes up the airplane? Sure. That's what it is. For those who find that cute, annoying, crass, uncultured, tough.
Presently I have five FAA certificates. I considered others from other locations years ago and finally decided there's plenty of work at home without needing to jump through flaming hoops that will collect dust in a drawer. Sometimes I use Kilograms for fuel. Sometimes pounds. I read met reports in meters and feet and wind in knots and meters per second; doesn't bother me much either way. I've trained foreign pilots. I speak several languages, can eat with a knife and fork and am happy to slice my foot with the dull edge of the fork and shovel it into my gaping maw and drink from the bottle while you sit aghast in the corner and judge me.
Go ahead. Ask if I give a flying ****. You'll likelky need a lot more experience and a lot more qualification before you impress me. Whether you're dressed nicely, or enunciate your 'r's' and 't's' won't. Neither will your chutzpah. Your arrogance reflects on you, mate. Not me.
By far the most arrogance, and the most self-righteousness out there is among foreign pilots, and by far most are the least experienced, and often the least qualified to be in that seat. The sneer down the nose, the side long glances, the occasional jab on the radio, and the prejudices encountered globally, often aimed squarely at US pilots, leave no leg to stand upon for foreign aviators. None.
Aviation is full of many professionals, but when I begin hearing all the little ethnicities whining about the yanks, I've not far to look to see the lesser man.
The vast majority of foreign pilots entered an airline cockpit from their basic flight training and have never seen anything else, save one or two employers. I fly in and out of nearly every country in the world, staying in many, having lived in quite a few. Invariably it's a matter of the yank not doing it "our way," and every little airline or operator around the globe thinking it's their way or nothing at all.
I'll reiterate: I don't care. I don't work for them. Until they pay my salary, their opinions mean nothing. Do I say "point," or "decimal" on the radio? Maybe. Don't like it? Choke on it. Do I occasionally say "tree tree oh?" Perhaps. Did the controller understand? Then we're golden. You don't like it? Kiss a goat.
There are plenty of pilots and controllers around the globe whose English is so poor as to be nearly unrecognizable on the radio, and yet it is the language to be used. Do I say "uhloomuhnum," instead of "aleuuumienieum," when referring to the metal that makes up the airplane? Sure. That's what it is. For those who find that cute, annoying, crass, uncultured, tough.
Presently I have five FAA certificates. I considered others from other locations years ago and finally decided there's plenty of work at home without needing to jump through flaming hoops that will collect dust in a drawer. Sometimes I use Kilograms for fuel. Sometimes pounds. I read met reports in meters and feet and wind in knots and meters per second; doesn't bother me much either way. I've trained foreign pilots. I speak several languages, can eat with a knife and fork and am happy to slice my foot with the dull edge of the fork and shovel it into my gaping maw and drink from the bottle while you sit aghast in the corner and judge me.
Go ahead. Ask if I give a flying ****. You'll likelky need a lot more experience and a lot more qualification before you impress me. Whether you're dressed nicely, or enunciate your 'r's' and 't's' won't. Neither will your chutzpah. Your arrogance reflects on you, mate. Not me.
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