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Originally Posted by LaRondo
I´d go for the drug lord...
Actually, in my Miami days I had offers to drive a boat through the channels ... I figured my head would be too good of a target ... so, I kindly declined the offer....
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Funny that you mention offers like that.
When I was at Embry Riddle in Daytona Beach (early 80‘s), we used to like to fly down to Miami, and sometimes over to the Bahamas. It seemed like every time we pulled into an FBO (Airport gas station kind-of place) down around Miami (Ft. Lauderdale, Opa Lacka....) we’d be hit on by some old lady that had a proposition for us.
They were all about the same: Her, and her husband flew down from the mid-west in their little airplane for the winter. The husband died suddenly of a heart attack. Now she’s needing someone to fly the airplane back to someplace like Atlanta or Jacksonville, where their family friend will take it from there. Oh - and don’t mind all the taped up boxes in the plane. That’s just their personal stuff she wanted to take home from the summer home. Nor the fact that all the back seats have been removed from their beautiful little Beech Bonanza.
We always liked to ask why the “family friend” could make it down to Atlanta or Jacksonville for the plane, but not to Ft. Lauderdale, etc. That’s when the BS really started to fly.