A Short Romance Story Involving EDC Gear

Just for the record, this is 100% pure fiction. It has been a fantasy in my head since about the Summer of 2014. I finally penned it in early February, 2018. The narrator is loosely based on an older version of myself. I was 31 when I wrote this, but I was 27 when it came to my mind.

I hope you, the reader, enjoy this story.

Without further ado, here it is:

My girlfriend and I are going out with her friends, a married pilot couple, for a nighttime flight. I am meeting them for the first time and quite nervous, because of the influence they have on her. I’ve got enough strikes against me, being a special needs thirty-four-year-old. My girlfriend seems to be quite accepting of me, but not too many others are. She is one and a half years my senior and so perfect for me.

She is driving me to the hangar where her friends wait on us. I hold her hand gently. My SwissGear EDC backpack is between my feet. I hope her friends don’t mind me bringing it on their plane because I keep my medications in there.

Finally, we are at the hangar and my girlfriend parks her car, a 2014 Buick Enclave.

I look at her and say, “I’m so nervous; I hope your friends accept me.”

She looks at me with loving eyes and says, “Don’t worry, just be yourself. Once they see how sweet you are, they’ll want me to keep you.”

“I hope you’re right,” I tell her with a kiss.

We step out of the car.

My girlfriend grabs her keys then purse and I grab my backpack.

She locks her car.

The sun is almost completely set as we walk into the hangar. Her two friends are readying the plane for flight.

It’s an older production Cessna 172.

She introduces them to me. I warmly shake their hands.

All of us climb into the plane. They didn’t even mention anything about my backpack; I’m definitely relieved.

We are all settled in and fasten our seatbelts. The plane is now heading towards the runway.

The man calls up the control tower and gets permission to take off.

He then tells my girlfriend and me, “We are going to be flying over the deserts of the Southwestern US.”

The plane takes off and is climbing.

Finally, we reach cruising altitude.

“So, what do you do for a living?” The woman asks me.

“I’d really like to be a professional blogger, but I’m on disability as of now. I do have my own blog, but I don’t get paid for it.”

There’s an awkward silence in the plane.

My girlfriend then comes to my rescue and says, “He’s dependent on several medications, but as long as he takes them, he’s okay.” She pauses then continues, “He treats me like a queen, with the little bit that he has, plus he’s really smart and sweet.”

I hold my girlfriend’s hand gently, kiss her cheek, then say to them, “I have known her since I was a young child, but then lost all contact with her. We recently found each other again. Ever since that reunion, my heart has been filled with ecstasy.”

“What do you do all day while she works?” The man asks me.

“I do research online, write for my blog and read. Sometimes I also write fantasies for her which I read when we are lying in bed. It keeps me busy while I patiently await her arrival every day. When she gets home, I lovingly greet her with a hug and a kiss.”

“I guess if you two make each other happy, that’s what counts, right?” The woman says.

“It’s like night and day when I compare him to my ex-husband,” My girlfriend says.

“I’m divorced too, and I cannot say what I think about my ex-wife, because there are two ladies present right now, but know that it’s nothing good,” I add in.

It is now totally dark and we are flying over the middle of nowhere.

The woman switches on the dome lights. They come on for a split second, but then go out.

The instrument panel lights also go out.

“I think some fuses must have blown; I can’t see a thing.” The man says.

I feel around in my backpack pull out my NiteCore MT20A flashlight and my Leatherman Style PS, then say, “I’ll be glad to help, I’ve got a flashlight and a pocket tool.”

“Don’t turn your flashlight on; it will ruin our night vision,” The man sharply says.

“No need to worry,” I calmly reply, “It has a dim red light built-in, which is perfect for night vision.”

I activate the red light on my flashlight and then shine it on their instrument panel.

He briefly shields his eyes, but then is happy to see the red glow.

“Do you have any spare fuses?” I ask them.

“Yes, but they are in a sealed package,” The woman says.

“I’ll cut that package open with my scissors implement, then I’ll hand my Leatherman to you, so you can pull the spent ones out with my pliers implement and then plug the new ones in,” I tell her.

Carefully we replace the fuses by the dim red light of my flashlight. Finally, the dome lights and the instrument panel lights are back on.

We continue flying.

“I was wondering why you had that backpack, but it’s a good thing you do,” The man says.

“I have it mostly to carry my medication, but I have other cool stuff in there as well,” I reply.

Suddenly, a severe thunderstorm pops up. We begin to experience heavy turbulence.

The man attempts to call for any nearby airports to land at.

The plane’s airband radio ceases to function before he can get a reply.

I pull my Midland HH50B Weather Radio out of my backpack and load a Weather RADAR app on my smartphone.

I hold the weather radio to my ear and listen while simultaneously keeping an eye on the app’s weather RADAR images. This allows me to give them directions out of the storm’s path.

“I need to land but first I have to get clearance from the controller however I can’t because the radio is acting up.”

The woman says, “There’s a portable airband radio in our flight bag.”

“Get it and call the nearest tower,” Her husband says.

She switches it on but gets no response.

“The battery is dead,” She says nervously.

“By any chance would you have an Alkaline battery tray for that radio?” I ask her.

“Yes. It’s in the flight bag too, but I have no batteries.”

“I’ve got batteries though,” I tell her, “Right here in my backpack.”

I then hand them to her and she hurriedly installs them.

Afterwards, she calls the tower and we get special permission to do an emergency landing.

I continue to assist the man in navigating away from the storms.

My girlfriend is beaming brightly at me as we finally approach the runway.

At last, we land.

As soon as the plane comes to a stop, we exit it and head to the airport lounge. There is some thundering in the distance. After we are seated, the couple buys us dinner.

The man says to my girlfriend, “I was very wrong about him. I’ll admit that I thought he would be a loser like your ex-husband, especially when I heard about him being on disability, but he sure saved our butts during this flight.”

My girlfriend holds my hands and kisses me sweetly.

The woman then adds in, “He’s a keeper. You need to marry him and never let him go.”

I blush brightly, then hold my girlfriend’s hands as she rests her head on my chest.

Soon our food is served.

We eat as it begins to pour down…

This piece may seem like a wonderful example of a love between a man and a woman and I do admit that it indeed is. However, there is a far Greater Love available to any who wishes to receive it and it does not have the stringent standards that are associated with the love between a man and a woman!

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5 thoughts on “A Short Romance Story Involving EDC Gear

  1. Love it.. Its badass when you are always prepared. Glad they accepted you in the end… Makes me want too carry something with a red led


  2. Being an aviator since 1979, I can say thats a very real and believable circumstance. Been there in something like that but in an L-39

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    1. It’s a complete work of fiction though…It did require some research, but I had acquired the knowledge for writing this over the years from reading gear reviews. It has been in my head since about 2014…


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