tugger From United States of America, joined Apr 2006, 6330 posts, RR: 10 Posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 3 days 6 hours ago) and read 2986 times:
OK so many may think "... time I had sex!" which is fine but I am thinking of many other "First's", such as.... well whatever! Yes, I most certainly remember my first time having sex and will never forget it (quite a story there too ).
But for now I'll post that I will always remember my first car as it was a stick and I really didn't know how to drive a stick. I knew how to shift.... kind of but really I learned to drive stick on the way home. It was a very memorable experience to really put my stick-shift lessons to work since I had not had to really drive a stick up until then. My first stop on a hill wasn't... it was "run the red light! Don't stop!" but it was MY car, my first car a little dumpy 1980 Toyota Tercel (that some moron in a Suburban drove into the next morning while it was parked on the street next to my house not realizing that his hand was attached to the steering wheel when he leaned over to get something in the glove box....). But the drive home was fun, exciting, terrifying, memorable and... well I didn't get a ticket so I was good.
There are many other firsts in my life that I could share but I'll wait and maybe share more later.
So what are some of your "First's"?
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I don’t know that I am unafraid to be myself, but it is hard to be somebody else. -W. Shatner
Maverick623 From United States of America, joined Nov 2006, 6022 posts, RR: 6
Reply 1, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 3 days 5 hours ago) and read 2965 times:
Quoting tugger (Thread starter): Yes, I most certainly remember my first time having sex and will never forget it (quite a story there too ).
But for this thread, my first solo. My flight instructor made it a point not to tell me the exact day he would sign me off for it, as he found that having family or friends there was a major distraction for students. We went up for some routine pattern work, did a couple touch-and-go's, and he told me to land full stop and take it back to the ramp... and I knew that he was getting out and I was staying in.
I didn't get that excited, I didn't get scared either... I became focused. I knew that if something went wrong up there, that I'd have a clear runway (the tower was aware about it), but everything else was on me.
That was one feeling I do remember, was one of loneliness. It hit right as I was making my first crosswind turn to the right, I looked over and instead of having to see around a person, all I saw was the empty seat. That lonely feeling lasted about 5 seconds, and then turned into exhilaration. Stress melted away, and I knew that I could call myself a pilot, even if my little scrap of paper said "student" on it. I'd always be learning, but now I get to teach myself.
That feeling gave way to one of noticing that without someone in the right seat, the plane liked to tilt to the left. No more time for mushy feelings, time to fly the plane....
PHX787 From Japan, joined Mar 2012, 8347 posts, RR: 19
Reply 3, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 3 days 2 hours ago) and read 2919 times:
Quoting Maverick623 (Reply 1): Quoting tugger (Thread starter):
Yes, I most certainly remember my first time having sex and will never forget it (quite a story there too ).
OK since you two won't bite at the obvious bait, I will.
First time I got laid:
3 years ago in Japan, I was still a virgin (no duh) and I was at this bar near my hotel. I loved bar hopping but my game was still developing. I mean, it was like my 4th day in Japan and I didn't really know how to talk to chicks.
So im chillin there drinking my beer and this relatively sexy girl and her male friend start chatting with me. Nothing special, I tell her this other chick across the bar was a cutie, she talked to the cutie and and the cutie had a bf, so I was like "eh screw it, lets go to the club down the street."
So we go to that club, and the girl's male friend leaves me and her together there, he goes home. We drink more and dance a bunch and she said "let me stay wiith you tonight." Boom i was gettin' laid, i knew it right there and then.
We go back, do the nasty all night, I find out she's 29 and I was 19 at the time.
Didn't care cuz she had the body of a 21 year old and it was amazing.
She's still my friend but we only had sex that night and the morning after lol
That's my story. You guys suckkkkkkkkkk for not telling yours!
Quoting mariner (Reply 2): Going through the sound barrier was no biggie, but looking out when we were at altitude and I could see the curve of the earth was wonderful
I wanna know how that's like. Was there like a big thud or something in the aircraft?
mariner From New Zealand, joined Nov 2001, 26988 posts, RR: 81
Reply 4, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 3 days 2 hours ago) and read 2915 times:
Quoting PHX787 (Reply 3): I wanna know how that's like. Was there like a big thud or something in the aircraft?
The sound barrier? Nah - big fizz.
They say that if you were sitting at the front of the aircraft you might feel a slight thud, like being pushed back into your seat, but at the back I felt noting. If it had not been for the mach-counter, I would not have known it had happened.
But seeing the curve of the earth and the blackness of space above made up for it.
seb146 From United States of America, joined Nov 1999, 13320 posts, RR: 14
Reply 5, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 3 days 2 hours ago) and read 2913 times:
My first beer was Bud Dry. Shut up. I lived in Hicksville. I had one can and drove home an hour later. I was 19 and freaked out. 3AM and all I did the 10 blocks home was think "Oh, s##t!!! I'm gonna get arrested!!!"
I won't talk about my *ahem* "first time" since that would only appeal to like 25 men here....
seb146 From United States of America, joined Nov 1999, 13320 posts, RR: 14
Reply 8, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 2 days 23 hours ago) and read 2863 times:
Quoting PHX787 (Reply 7): You know what I think it is? Superfly has been a member since the inception of this site, and you know how much tail that guy gets?!
So? He gets a lot of tail. So what? My first time story (adult version) would not appeal to many here. I don't want to gross out a majority of you. I don't like reading of his exploits. He is proud of them. And I choose not read about it. I guess I am more personally modest than he.
He likes what he likes and I like what I like. He is happy and I am happy.
AeroWesty From United States of America, joined Oct 2004, 20822 posts, RR: 61
Reply 9, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 2 days 23 hours ago) and read 2862 times:
The first time I made a trip somewhere all by myself. A best friend from high school was attending Georgetown one summer, and was going to have his 21st birthday party there in DC. I wasn't going to miss out on an excuse to fly to DC or visit New York for the very first time, so of course I went.
The only thing was that the DC-10s had just been grounded, so flights heading east were full. So I flew the red-eye SFO-EWR on a TWA 707, then caught Eastern down to National, in order to get a ticket. I still remember so many details of that flight, including the movie shown, the first song on the audio loop, being able to see where I lived while we were climbing up over the East Bay into the night sky, then feeling real humidity in the air for the first time when they opened the door when we landed at Newark.
Returning, I hopped onto the Eastern Shuttle to LaGuardia first. Quite the experience for someone used to the relative relaxed atmosphere of PSA and AirCal. After a few days playing tourist around Manhattan, it was back home on my first L-1011, and my first time through the Saarinen terminal at the TWA Flight Center at Kennedy. I'd only ever seen a photo or two of it before—I'd no real idea of what I was in for.
I had just become old enough to drink (legally) earlier that year, and it all just felt so danged grown up.
The first time I saw someone die. My grandmother. She was a devout Seventh Day Adventist, and seemed totally at peace when she knew it was the end. She knew where she was going, and in her last moments she told my grandpa and me that she and my mother would save a beautiful place for us all to be together again someday.
Then suddenly she was just gone. So quietly. A peaceful transition. I'd never imagined dying was quite like that.
johnboy From United States of America, joined Aug 1999, 2652 posts, RR: 6
Reply 10, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 2 days 23 hours ago) and read 2856 times:
I remember the first time I smoked weed.
I was 12-years old and attending one of those All-day summer rock festivals in Louisville, Kentucky in the mid -70s with my aunt and her boyfriend (picture a one-day Coachella, but way more trashy and redneck).
Headliners were Nazareth, Eddie Money and, of all people, Ted Nugent (!!!).
About the only thing I remembered was the roach clip with Indian feathers cascading down it (which I thought was amazingly cool), and Ted Nugent running out and screaming, "F*CK YOU, MOTHERF*CKERS!!!!"
I had a lot to tell at school on Monday, needless to say.
wolverine From Germany, joined Aug 2006, 412 posts, RR: 0
Reply 13, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 2 days 19 hours ago) and read 2817 times:
I still remember the first, and only, time, I smoked a joint. Was on a camping trip with my sister and a friend of her. Well, we were sitting in front of the tent, on a warm summer evening, with no immediate neighbors, so he brought that stuff and offered it to us. First I hesitated, because I was not interested in drugs and all. But my sis smoked one, and when I said, it's getting dark, she started laughing for about an hour, or so. So finally I thought, I want to give it a try, so I smoked that terrible tasting thing. I was waiting for something to happen, but it seemed, that the only effect was coughing. Then I grew tired and had to go to sleep. Ok, it was a good sleep, but no funny effects at all. So no more drugs for me, not now, and not in the future..
Revelation From United States of America, joined Feb 2005, 14617 posts, RR: 27
Reply 14, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 2 days 12 hours ago) and read 2720 times:
Quoting Maverick623 (Reply 1):
That was one feeling I do remember, was one of loneliness. It hit right as I was making my first crosswind turn to the right, I looked over and instead of having to see around a person, all I saw was the empty seat. That lonely feeling lasted about 5 seconds, and then turned into exhilaration.
My only solo was in a glider, and I remember when things settled down on tow and I had a second to think my first thought was "geez, I don't really know if I want to be doing this yet!" The second thought immediately followed: "You are doing this right now. Shut up, fly the plane, do what you were taught to do, and have some fun!". Turned out it was a very enjoyable flight. I was a bit cocky and got off tow early when we went through a big thermal. I went back and found it, and immediately climbed a few thousand feet!
I was at a friend's family picnic and the friend stole a warm six of Bud from the stockpile and he took it into his basement where me, him and a third guy all had our first beers. My reaction was the usual one: why do they drink this piss?
Quoting johnboy (Reply 10): Nazareth, Eddie Money and, of all people, Ted Nugent (!!!).
For me it was Blue Oyster Cult. I still can't hear "Don't fear the reaper" without my head beginning to spin.
There's lots of firsts out there. First funeral, first parent to pass, first wedding, first divorce all come to mind.
Had my first helicopter flight a few weeks ago and I loved it. I wish I hadn't waited so long, because it's one of the coolest things to do in life, IMHO. Now, whenever I go to a new place, I plan on getting a helicopter tour. It isn't cheap, but it's amazing!
Quoting wolverine (Reply 13): Was on a camping trip with my sister and a friend of her.
WarRI1 From United States of America, joined Sep 2007, 11210 posts, RR: 14
Reply 15, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 2 days 10 hours ago) and read 2679 times:
I remember my first child being born. I took my wife to the hospital in the late afternoon, after few hours, the doctor came out and told me that I might as well go home as it was going to be awhile. I did. At midnight my wife called and asked me where I was. ( of course she now knew where I was, but she asked anyway) I told her home where the Doctor told me to go. She said you now have daughter. I rushed back like a madman. I have never really lived that one down, 46 years later, I still pay for that. I did not make that mistake again with my second child, I did not dare to leave.
It is better to die on your feet, than live on your knees.
sturmovik From India, joined May 2007, 584 posts, RR: 0
Reply 19, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 1 day 18 hours ago) and read 2579 times:
As awesome as a first solo is, it's my second one that I'll remember. The first solo had gone well, and my instructor was looking to clear me for my second solo the next day. It was a frustrating morning, with a few less than perfect touchdowns in the pattern. We did about seven touch and go's, and he said that he was gonna clear me, even though he wasn't entirely happy with my progress from yesterday. He asked me if I'm comfortable with that, I said yes, and we went over go-around and other safety procedures verbally once before I did a full stop at the ramp and he got off. The solo went well, and I came in for one of my best landings ever, butter smooth and right on the centerline (which was important because until then I had a tendency to end up to the right, regardless of wind conditions). As I rolled out and started braking, my instructor who was on the radio (ours was a small private field with no other traffic than the school's) said "*callsign*, what the F*CK was that?"
Silence on the radio. I was panicking and scanning the cockpit for anything I may have done wrong. I mean, I must've done something big to piss of a man known for his exemplary radio etiquette who was now using an expletive on the air. Was it the flaps? Did I land too long? I couldn't find anything so I asked him what I did wrong, over the radio. He said, "why couldn't you have done such a good landing when I was on board?". It was, in his own weird way, a back handed compliment while also expressing frustration at having made him do seven touch and go's. Won't forget that day for as long as I live and fly
jagflyer From Canada, joined Aug 2004, 3729 posts, RR: 3
Reply 20, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 6 hours ago) and read 2455 times:
My first beer:
I was about 15 at the time and was working as a councillor in training at an overnight camp. As we were "staff" we had days off and could go into the small town near the camp. Another CIT had bought a few beers (or had someone buy them for him I guess as we were all under 19). I had not gotten into drinking yet as I was a bit of a shy/quiet type with no real friendships at that time. At some point during the day I managed to swipe one of these beers and throw it in my backpack. I snuck it back into the camp and locked it up in my toolbox (it was a thing at this camp to bring a lock-up plastic toolbox for personal stuff, money, etc). The next day I remember being alone with no one in the cabin and at that point I decided to drink it. It would be very first beer ever. I opened it, took a few sips and wasn't really excited by it. It tasted like bubbly bread and had that familiar alcoholic taste. I told myself I'm going to learn to enjoy this and I slowly drank about half the can before pouring it out and throwing the can in the forest.
I started drinking beer and enjoying it around 17 or so but of course it the stuff I liked was far better than my first (and only) can of "Schlitz Genuine Gold".
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Ken777 From United States of America, joined Mar 2004, 9003 posts, RR: 10
Reply 21, posted (2 years 8 months 2 weeks 5 hours ago) and read 2435 times:
It was my first (and only) time time sitting in a jump seat on a CX 744 for a landing at Hong Kong's old Kai Tak Airport the month before it closed. And it was a night landing. The most unexpected part of the landing was that the Pilot dropped the nose as aggressively as the wing.
I had flown into HKG before and always got a window seat for the "turn". The drop of the right wing was obvious, but I never noticed the nose going down before.
tb727 From United States of America, joined Jun 2005, 1936 posts, RR: 12
Reply 24, posted (2 years 8 months 1 week 5 days 5 hours ago) and read 2234 times:
I remember my first landing in the 727. Beautiful calm, sunny day on 26R at ONT, only bounced her twice! I will never forget that day, it took years of hard work to get there and I couldn't believe it finally happened. I'm sure there will be other firsts in landing airliners for me but that one will always be special to me for the rest of my days.
Too lazy to work, too scared to steal!
: Sounds wonderful. For some reason it reminds me of the guys doing their first C-46/C-47/C-54 landings on the Ice Pilots TV show - it must be quite a
: Haha, just a little over 3 years ago in my late 20's. I'm lucky to be one of the younger guys out there flying them.
: But does he really get as much tail as he says he does, this is after all an internet forum, there is no way we can verify his tail chasing abilities
: Congrats! You've got a lot in common with the younger guys flying a/c from the 40s and 50s at Buffalo! I bet many folks older than you wish they were