On flying …
There’s nothing like the feeling of flying a seaplane in the morning
When it’s hot and high, make sure you've got it together.
That Hudson River captain bloke is my kind of pilot. Top flying. It reminds me of the time I had to ditch in Beaver Creek, in the Arizona wilderness following some unexpected trouble with the undercarriage.
On love …
Making sweet love in the cockpit of your own aircraft while soaring though the blue heavens is a siren that’s tempted throughout my career.
Turbo fan engines remind me of my ex wife. The hot air, the whining noise, the constant danger of high velocity exhaust gases.
Lady pilots make great lovers. Something to do with their expert control of the … [add aviation terminology double entendre here]
On fashion …
Keep it smooth. Real men shave three times a day.
Any man that fails to starch his collars should be forced to live in a pigsty until he understands the value of appearance.
Always wear a tie. Always. Without exception. Even in bed. And I don’t mean a bow tie or one of those stupid two bits of string round your neck thing that you see cowboy-types sporting
On random stuff …
My father was born in the village of Wankendorf, in Northern Germany. People used to think that was the height of amusement until we moved to Rimsting in Bavaria.
In a game of Poker against The Laws of Physics and Mother Nature, I’d like to think Stefan’s the one with his clothes on at the end.