Yes. Thats my buddy Greg's Cheyenne I, fine twin engine turboprop with Pratt & Whitney PT6-As, pressurized cabin, 230 knots cruise up in the lower twenties which gets you outta the majority of weather, save thunderstorms. I still need help with all the systems management since its such a complex airplane but I'm pretty comfortable in the left seat now with the flight controls, take offs and landings. Still need assistance with power conrol of the big jet-props...at about 250K per engine Greg or Larry are watching the gauges like hawks when I'm making a power adjustment and intervene quickly if I'm about to cost them alotta money with a wrong move...
This picture was taken at Lakefront Airport in New Orleans after one of my better landings on runway 18...

! Still not as good as the big boys, namely Greg, a 4000 hour pilot, and my other buddy Larry, a 10,000 hour pilot. I'm homing in on 600 hours, with a little over 70 in the Cheyenne. As you can see, in the flying world I'm a whipper snapper compared to the studs, but alotta my time is in bigger airplanes, thanks to my rich friend and my other corporate pilot friend, both of whom have taken me under their wings (literally), allowing me the privelege of flying the Cheyenne, a King Air B-200 and C-90, and a Piper Navajo, while under their constant scrutiny.
Sometimes its worse than residency....
Larry: "BILL, WTF? THEY PUT THAT WHITE LINE ON THE TAXIWAY FOR A REASON! THIS ISNT A CESSNA!"
Me: "Sorry Larry."
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Larry: "BILL, WTF? YOU'RE THREE DEGREES OFF COURSE. I DONT KNOW WHERE THE HELL YOURE FLYING TO BUT I'M TRYING TO GET TO AUSTIN!"
Me: "Sorry Larry."
But its comments like....
"GEEZ, ARE WE REALLY ON THE GROUND? NICE LANDING!"
that make me yearn for more left seat time (and inevitably more scrutiny) in these beautiful birds that I've been given the privelege to fly.
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