Helicopter rotor blades. I’m afraid they will hit my eyes. Even seeing them on a video is very uncomfortable and I have to look away or close my eyes until they’re gone.
Pilot here. I’m afraid of running rotors and propellers because they can fucking mince you. I worked on Rotax 912-powered aircraft for awhile, they have twin carburetors that have to be balanced, ie the throttle valves have to open the same amount or one side of the engine is trying to run harder than the other. This has to be done with the engine running. If I had to get from one side of the engine compartment to the other, I’d walk around the tail.
Huh. I, on the other hand, have weirdly intrusive thoughts with smaller blades, like a kitchen blender or an uncovered fan, but a helicopter doesn’t faze me. Although can’t say I’ve ever been in one, but I’ve been very close by.
Anyway when blending shit I sometimes have intrusive thoughts. I don’t think I’d have a garbage disposal like I see in the movies. They’re probably not even allowed here in Finland, and my laziness would want one, but my accident-prone-ass knows I probably shouldn’t get one even if I could.
Helicopter rotor blades. I’m afraid they will hit my eyes. Even seeing them on a video is very uncomfortable and I have to look away or close my eyes until they’re gone.
Pilot here. I’m afraid of running rotors and propellers because they can fucking mince you. I worked on Rotax 912-powered aircraft for awhile, they have twin carburetors that have to be balanced, ie the throttle valves have to open the same amount or one side of the engine is trying to run harder than the other. This has to be done with the engine running. If I had to get from one side of the engine compartment to the other, I’d walk around the tail.
How are you with kitchen blenders?
They don’t bother me. The blades are not exposed. I also own a ceiling fan and it doesn’t bother me either, even though it has exposed blades.
Huh. I, on the other hand, have weirdly intrusive thoughts with smaller blades, like a kitchen blender or an uncovered fan, but a helicopter doesn’t faze me. Although can’t say I’ve ever been in one, but I’ve been very close by.
Anyway when blending shit I sometimes have intrusive thoughts. I don’t think I’d have a garbage disposal like I see in the movies. They’re probably not even allowed here in Finland, and my laziness would want one, but my accident-prone-ass knows I probably shouldn’t get one even if I could.
I once bought a mandolin for my kitchen. Here’s Jeremy Clarkson demonstrating what happens to everyone who buys their first mandolin without having read the stories.
As someone who’s embarked and disembarked a helicopter with rotors spinning a myriad of times, I get it.