On a recent flight from our home in Tulsa, OK to visit my wife’s family in Monterrey, Mexico, I planned a stop in Austin, TX. My Cherokee Six is no rocket, and we had a 30-knot headwind on this day turning a normally five-hour trip into a 6.5 hour slough. At around 12:30 PM, over Cedar Creek VOR my wife and kids started complaining about how hungry they all were. Checking the weather up ahead, I saw that ceilings across central Texas were higher than expected. So, I called up Center:
Me: “Fort Worth Center. Cherokee N4277R, request.”
Center: “77R, state request.”
Me: “77R would like to change our destination to Llano, KAQO.”
Center: “77R, state reason for change of destination.”
Me: “Good BBQ and cheap fuel.”
Center: “77R, stand by.”
Unknown Pilot 1: “It is good BBQ.”
Unknown Pilot 2: “I’ll second that.”
Center: “Yes, it is really good BBQ. 77R, approved. Contact Waco Approach…”
After tackling about 5 pounds of tremendous brisket, sausage, and pork, my wife and kids entered a BBQ-induced coma for the remaining three-hour flight, and I got to fly in peace.
San Diego Ground was at his comic best not too long ago. It was busy, but not too busy to have a little fun, it seems. During our taxi out, we heard:
Ground: “SkyWest 1234, there is flow into San Francisco. Let me check when I can release you, but expect to hold in the runup pad.”
Ground (30 Seconds later): “SkyWest 1234, ATC released you to SFO immediately. You should buy a lottery ticket today.”
SkyWest 1234: “Thanks for the release and we’ll buy that lottery ticket.”
Ground: “I get half.”
San Francisco, CA
I fly out of KLWM (Lawrence, MA), and often practice near 2B2 (Plum Island). On a nice day, the CTAF is usually jammed with overlapping traffic calls, so it’s often fun listening to it.
One Saturday, I heard two aircraft making position reports into Plymouth, on the other side of Boston. The first one landed, and then the second one reported her base turn, saying, “…This will be a full stop.”
A moment passed and she transmitted again, “If all goes well.”
Several people clicked their mics in amused understanding.
I recently overheard this exchange between a male airline pilot and a female controller at Indy Center.
Flight 123: “Indy Center, Big Air 123, got any shortcuts today?”
Indy Center: “It’s your lucky day. I have tons of them. Where would you like to go?”
Flight 123: “How about direct Atlanta?”
Indy Center: “Ooh, sorry. None of them go to Atlanta. But if you’d like to go direct Fort Wayne or Duluth I can get that for you right away.”
Flight 123: “Well, then, how about somewhere warmer, like Cancun?”
Indy Center: “That’ll work. Swing by Indianapolis and pick me up. I’ll have direct Cancun ready by the time you get here.”
Don C. Stansberry,. III
More and more web sites insist on password updates to increase security. Increasingly, sites want passwords to include at least one capital letter, one special character, and one numeral. How can I remember these new passwords, short of writing them down? Then it occurred to me, why not a flight plan I frequently file with my iPad, like Kykm/Papps/V497/Ksff. Hackers would never guess something like that. Unless they read this, of course.
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