So we're flying into Philadelphia last night, 60 knot crosswind on final approach, just a little bit of 'map shift' when the AHRS (basically a predecessor to IRU) gets confused and basically turbulent all the way down on the approach.
Come across the threshold to flare and we're still looking at a 90 degree crosswind at the maximum 30 knot steady state limit, but it's also gusting up to 45 knots.
Fun, fun, fun.
I land, somehow (and I'm still trying to figure this one out) "grease" the landing and the captain gives me big kudos because he saw that I worked my tail off. In fact the crosswind was so nasty, I pretty much ran out of aileron during the flare.
Anyway, we start deplaning and what do I get from the very first passenger?
"Hey, you suck! You guys are always late..." blah blah blah.
Ahhh, gotta love it!
By the way, we were actually on time!
Come across the threshold to flare and we're still looking at a 90 degree crosswind at the maximum 30 knot steady state limit, but it's also gusting up to 45 knots.
Fun, fun, fun.
I land, somehow (and I'm still trying to figure this one out) "grease" the landing and the captain gives me big kudos because he saw that I worked my tail off. In fact the crosswind was so nasty, I pretty much ran out of aileron during the flare.
Anyway, we start deplaning and what do I get from the very first passenger?
"Hey, you suck! You guys are always late..." blah blah blah.
Ahhh, gotta love it!
By the way, we were actually on time!
