In war, everyone is a casualty, and collateral damage is really the only kind of damage. RIP MH17 passengers and crew.
If your flight is progressing remarkably well; something was forgotten.
You can land anywhere once.
It isn’t the fall that kills you, nor the sudden stop at the bottom. It’s the sudden realization that, yes indeed, you were that fucking stupid.
You don’t get anywhere if you don’t push the envelope.
Basic Flying Rules: Try to stay in the middle of the air. Do not go near the edges of it. The edges of the air can be recognized by the appearance of ground, buildings, sea, trees and interstellar space. It is much more difficult to fly there.
In the ongoing battle between objects made of aluminum going hundreds of mile per hour and the ground going zero miles per hour, the ground has yet to lose.
A checkride ought to be like a skirt, short enough to be interesting but still be long enough to cover everything.
If flying were the language of man, soaring would be its poetry.
If something hasn’t broken on your helicopter, it’s about to.