
Long before I became a platinum Pan American Airlines cardholder, I was an accomplished street pilot. I lived on Vallejo Street in San Francisco, which was perfect for launching objects into the air. I earned a sense of fame for crashing the most airplanes in the neighborhood—a somewhat questionable but amusing distinction. Luckily, the replacements only cost 10 cents. I don’t doubt that there are many, many street pilots on this site. Hey, it was cheap entertainment.









