I was one of those fixed-wing pilots who perpetuated the notion
that helicopters drop from the sky at the slightest sign of engine
failure. I’ve said the words, “They only fly because they’re so ugly
the earth repels them,” and mostly believed it, too.
In my 105 hours of time in 172s and J- 3 Cubs, I thought I knew
which “side” I was on, and my fierce loyalty required that I scoff
at my whirlybird counterparts. Crazies, I thought.