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There I was, Saturday afternoon, needing to get a check flight out of the way on the 92 we had just completed.  Routine stuff, no biggie, fly down to KARA hit the compass rose, knock out an auto, and check the ILS on the way back.

Bridj, our test pilot was gonna be PIC and we were waiting for a new hire to show up for a show and eval.  Little did I know this dude was gonna be flying us down to the rose and the test pilot was gonna evaluate him.

We load up, I bring a new guy with me named Chris Bordelon for his first ride in a 92.  New peter pilot rolls up like he going to Cowboys.  $#!t kicker boots on, blue jeans, hat and everything.  I'm like surely he's got some other footwear for flying this pig right?  Nope.  He gonna fly in cowboy boots.  I'm like this aint gonna work bro.

Sure enough, didn't take us long to get down to KARA, not sure of what this guy claimed he flew before but we came in hot and heavy.....The whole time I can hear Bridj over the ICS screaming at this dude to slow it down, we gonna pass it up.  And about the 3 time he told him this idiot yanks the sticks back and stands the big bytch on her tail like it's a lil 206 trying to stop on a dime.  I look out the side popouts and the ground is 90 degrees to the window frame.  I'm thinking....this is how I die.  The EGPWS is screaming TAIL LOW!! TAIL LOW!!   I look over at Chris and he's about to $#!t himself.  Finally Bridj Grabs the controls and says forcefully in the mic ,MY AIRCRAFT!  Thank God!, I thought.  Wow, don't know where this cat came from...but he had no idea the mass of a 92 and what it takes to bleed off all that forward momentum.

How we all didn't die that day I have no clue.

Test flights...geez

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