A couple years later, I brought a dirty old, oil and fuel dripping F/A-18C to the 2015 HIO airshow. The Monday morning after, at maybe 0700, with a nice cold overcast and drizzle, I was starting up to go back to Fallon NV. I got the right motor online, then looked down and noticed the APU had shut down (light was out). I thought "weird" and then started to crossbleed the left motor. Thats accomplished by pushing the other throttle up to 80%ish and cranking said motor. I just about had it online when some ramp dude came running over having a conniption, his hands flailing for me to stop. Turns out I was parked in front of a hangar that had some sort of canvas doors that were *unbeknownst to me* being blown apart by my tailpipe. I dutifully shut down to figure out WTF he was on about. Turns out, that was the last time the air start valve would work on that plane. I tried in vain for another 30-45 mins to get a motor to crank high enough to start, but both sides would Peter out at about 5% N1, well below what I needed to actually get them running. Anyway, I finally climbed down, and there was a whole crowd of kids from the ATP school up there who had gathered around to see me leave. I told them "stay in school, don't do drugs". Hopefully they listened. They are probably my captains now

Your story and the timeline just reminded me of this. Epilogue, I spent a whole week waiting for our maintenance rescue det to fix the thing, which happened to be PDX "restaurant week". Slept on my buddies couch, and we watched the summer olympics each day before going on a bar crawl. His wife was a saint to let me stick around. Think I finally went home late that following Thursday or early on Friday. Some good deals are accidents