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You might be a redneck pilot if:
—your stall warning horn plays “Dixie.”
—your cross-country flight plan uses flea markets as check points.
—you think sectional charts should show trailer parks.
—you’ve ever used moonshine as gas.
—your wheel pants have mud flaps.
—those mud flaps sport a chrome silhouette of a reclining nude.
—you think GPS stands for “Going Perfectly Straight.”
—your toothpick keeps poking your boom mike.
—you constantly confuse Beechcraft with Beechnut.
—you use a Purina feed bag for a windsock.
—you fuel your Cessna from a Mason jar.
—you wouldn’t be caught dead flyin’ a Grumman “Yankee.”
—you refer to flying in formation as “We got ourselves a convoy!”
—there is a sign on the side of your aircraft advertising your septic tank service.
—the set of “matched luggage” you take on your long cross-country flights is three grocery sacks from the same Piggly Wiggly.
—you subscribe to The Southern Aviator because of the soft paper.
—just before impact, you are heard saying, “Hey y’all, watch this!”
—your stall warning horn plays “Dixie.”
—your cross-country flight plan uses flea markets as check points.
—you think sectional charts should show trailer parks.
—you’ve ever used moonshine as gas.
—your wheel pants have mud flaps.
—those mud flaps sport a chrome silhouette of a reclining nude.
—you think GPS stands for “Going Perfectly Straight.”
—your toothpick keeps poking your boom mike.
—you constantly confuse Beechcraft with Beechnut.
—you use a Purina feed bag for a windsock.
—you fuel your Cessna from a Mason jar.
—you wouldn’t be caught dead flyin’ a Grumman “Yankee.”
—you refer to flying in formation as “We got ourselves a convoy!”
—there is a sign on the side of your aircraft advertising your septic tank service.
—the set of “matched luggage” you take on your long cross-country flights is three grocery sacks from the same Piggly Wiggly.
—you subscribe to The Southern Aviator because of the soft paper.
—just before impact, you are heard saying, “Hey y’all, watch this!”