Captains,
The first week of August is always a fun one around the Randazzo household and the PMDG offices. My birthday is today, and PMDG will officially turn 23 years old on Friday, 07AUG20.
Last year, the team talked me into celebrating with short sale to mark the occasion of our 22nd year in business- and this year we thought it would be fun to celebrate with:
No fancy codes to remember, no hoops to jump through- just head over to our shopping cart and we will even do the math for you when computing your discount at checkout.
So PMDG is 23... That makes me 51... Almost old enough to sound like I know what I am talking about.
It is hard to believe that it was nine years ago, on 04AUG11, we released the PMDG 737NGX.
That was a fun day to be around the PMDG forum for a number of reasons, not the least of which we had *finally* released the first in our modern series of products, pushing the realism envelope for all simmers quite a bit further forward than anyone really expected.
A few of you might recall that once the release had calmed down, I went for a long-overdue mountain bike ride into the desert out behind my house in Nevada and damned near became subject of a helicopter rescue when the Lovely Dr. Randazzo became concerned that I didn't return home after some 6hrs and 30 miles of rough terrain later.
I wasn't lost. She panicked... Really. I knew exactly where I was. I just didn't necessarily know how to get to where I wanted to be from where I was...
Minor detail, really.
(The guys who ran the search and rescue squadron inhabited the hangar next to mine at the time. Fellow warbird pilots. Had their helo shown up over my head, I remain certain to this day that I would have refused rescue and walked off into the desert rather than accept their ride home. Can you imagine the abuse a bunch of fellow pilots would mete out for having had to rescue me behind my own darned house?
)
Anyway- I stumbled onto the right path home (I mean, finally elected to return home in a feat of precise navigation) and all ended well...
Today, living in Virginia, I won't be engaged in such a feat. I'm recovering from a C-check and i'll be staying home and relaxing, thank you very much.
Okay- go get your discount before I come to my sense and change my mind!
The first week of August is always a fun one around the Randazzo household and the PMDG offices. My birthday is today, and PMDG will officially turn 23 years old on Friday, 07AUG20.
Last year, the team talked me into celebrating with short sale to mark the occasion of our 22nd year in business- and this year we thought it would be fun to celebrate with:
23% off for 23 years in business!
Until August 14th, you can get 23% off of your ENTIRE order at www.pmdg.com along with a slice of cake and a scoop of ice cream, provided that you bring the cake and the ice cream!No fancy codes to remember, no hoops to jump through- just head over to our shopping cart and we will even do the math for you when computing your discount at checkout.
So PMDG is 23... That makes me 51... Almost old enough to sound like I know what I am talking about.
It is hard to believe that it was nine years ago, on 04AUG11, we released the PMDG 737NGX.
That was a fun day to be around the PMDG forum for a number of reasons, not the least of which we had *finally* released the first in our modern series of products, pushing the realism envelope for all simmers quite a bit further forward than anyone really expected.
A few of you might recall that once the release had calmed down, I went for a long-overdue mountain bike ride into the desert out behind my house in Nevada and damned near became subject of a helicopter rescue when the Lovely Dr. Randazzo became concerned that I didn't return home after some 6hrs and 30 miles of rough terrain later.
I wasn't lost. She panicked... Really. I knew exactly where I was. I just didn't necessarily know how to get to where I wanted to be from where I was...
Minor detail, really.(The guys who ran the search and rescue squadron inhabited the hangar next to mine at the time. Fellow warbird pilots. Had their helo shown up over my head, I remain certain to this day that I would have refused rescue and walked off into the desert rather than accept their ride home. Can you imagine the abuse a bunch of fellow pilots would mete out for having had to rescue me behind my own darned house?
)Anyway- I stumbled onto the right path home (I mean, finally elected to return home in a feat of precise navigation) and all ended well...
Today, living in Virginia, I won't be engaged in such a feat. I'm recovering from a C-check and i'll be staying home and relaxing, thank you very much.
Okay- go get your discount before I come to my sense and change my mind!
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