DISCLAIMER

This book contains dark humour, violent metaphors, aviation truths, and unapologetic sarcasm about taildraggers—those beautiful, evil machines designed to humble the overconfident and harvest the souls of tricycle pilots.

And here’s the deal: Society, as you’ve probably noticed, is rotting faster than an unrefrigerated curry. We’re drowning in victimhood addicts and keyboard pilots—the kind of people who still live in mum’s basement and think "taking responsibility" is a spicy side dish at an Indian restaurant.

If you read this book and then plow your Cub into a hay barn, cartwheel across a pasture, or accidentally BBQ your landing gear while trying to impress a TikTok date—
that’s on you.

Not me.
Not your instructor.
Not your goat.
Not your mom.
Not your therapist, your ex-girlfriend, or that spiritual influencer who told you to manifest safe landings with positive energy.

This book is for pilots who understand that:

• Aviation is dangerous.
• Taildraggers are bastards.
• And blaming others for your own idiocy is not a flight plan.

So cowboy up. Read it. Laugh. Then read it again. But fly like your prop is spinning, your brain is engaged, and your life actually matters.

Because out there?
In the real world?
The earth is hard. The Cub is light. And physics doesn’t give a damn about your ego.