Things at the airport that make you go hmmmm....

BravoHotel

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Today I witnessed a pilot trying to taxi his rather nice mooney off of a transient spot, the airplane was still tied down. After some pretty serious power increases and no movement the pilot figured it out, shut down and untied his airplane. I sat there in my jump plane trying to keep a strait face. I just kept thinking to my self, wow.
 
I once watched a guy taxi into a wrought iron fence in his Comanche. Ripped off the nav lights and strobes and broke the landing light lens. Taxied out to take off and I stopped him on the radio. Had no idea he had even hit anything...
 
Today I witnessed a pilot trying to taxi his rather nice mooney off of a transient spot, the airplane was still tied down. After some pretty serious power increases and no movement the pilot figured it out, shut down and untied his airplane. I sat there in my jump plane trying to keep a strait face. I just kept thinking to my self, wow.

Was this at VGT by any chance? :bounce: Sounds like something that would happen there on a daily basis. That place is a cesspool of idiot pilots.
 
Today I witnessed a pilot trying to taxi his rather nice mooney off of a transient spot, the airplane was still tied down. After some pretty serious power increases and no movement the pilot figured it out, shut down and untied his airplane. I sat there in my jump plane trying to keep a strait face. I just kept thinking to my self, wow.

Oh man, I've done that.
 
Funny story, I flew with a captain out of NYC years ago that thought he was the "end all, be all, SkyGod" that wouldn't take suggestions and expected to micromanage every part of the operation.

Fine, I can play this game.

We pushback, the tug driver says "Clear to start" and I ask, "How many do you want?" as we often single-engine taxi the 767.

"I'll tell you how many I want when I call for them"

Ok! I know where this is headed. This is a game I can play and a sneaky bastard like me always wins.

We complete pushback, the tug driver is cleared to disconnect and he salutes us as he heads back to the terminal area.

"Flaps 5, call for taxi"

"Ramp, SouthernJets 123 ready to taxi"

"Taxi up to kilo kilo short of alpha, ground .9"

"Kilo Kilo, point 9 at the top of the alley"

Captain advances power, clearly nothing happens.

So I just sit there, waiting for him to call for an engine start as he fiddles with the parking brake and hasn't realized that (a) it's very quiet (b) the engines don't advance when he applies power and then… realizes that he hasn't called for an engine start.

So now there are about three other jets behind us, all bitching about how we're sitting there clogging the ramp without our engine started.

So he calls for one, but since it was summer and we had (somewhat) sunken into the ramp, one engine won't do it and now the relief pilot says, "Maybe we should start the other engine!" and I reply, "If the captain wanted a two-engine taxi, he would have asked for it!" (clearly in jest).

So then he commands, "Start #2".

"Gladly".

Captains, your fellow cockpit crew members really want you to look good and do a good job for you. Let them. Besides, you get all the mythical SkyGod "airline glory" anyway.
 
Funny story, I flew with a captain out of NYC years ago that thought he was the "end all, be all, SkyGod" that wouldn't take suggestions and expected to micromanage every part of the operation.

Fine, I can play this game.

We pushback, the tug driver says "Clear to start" and I ask, "How many do you want?" as we often single-engine taxi the 767.

"I'll tell you how many I want when I call for them"

Ok! I know where this is headed. This is a game I can play and a sneaky bastard like me always wins.

We complete pushback, the tug driver is cleared to disconnect and he salutes us as he heads back to the terminal area.

"Flaps 5, call for taxi"

"Ramp, SouthernJets 123 ready to taxi"

"Taxi up to kilo kilo short of alpha, ground .9"

"Kilo Kilo, point 9 at the top of the alley"

Captain advances power, clearly nothing happens.

So I just sit there, waiting for him to call for an engine start as he fiddles with the parking brake and hasn't realized that (a) it's very quiet (b) the engines don't advance when he applies power and then… realizes that he hasn't called for an engine start.

So now there are about three other jets behind us, all bitching about how we're sitting there clogging the ramp without our engine started.

So he calls for one, but since it was summer and we had (somewhat) sunken into the ramp, one engine won't do it and now the relief pilot says, "Maybe we should start the other engine!" and I reply, "If the captain wanted a two-engine taxi, he would have asked for it!" (clearly in jest).

So then he commands, "Start #2".

"Gladly".

Captains, your fellow cockpit crew members really want you to look good and do a good job for you. Let them. Besides, you get all the SkyGod glory anyway.


That's one of the few reasons I like smaller cockpits. I can reach across and head slap people.
 
That's one of the few reasons I like smaller cockpits. I can reach across and head slap people.

I know a guy who did just that at a regional and now fancies himself a "Professional Flight Instructor" and "Entrepreneur" (which everyone knows means largely unemployed between curbside oil changes)
 
Funny story, I flew with a captain out of NYC years ago that thought he was the "end all, be all, SkyGod" that wouldn't take suggestions and expected to micromanage every part of the operation.

Fine, I can play this game.

We pushback, the tug driver says "Clear to start" and I ask, "How many do you want?" as we often single-engine taxi the 767.

"I'll tell you how many I want when I call for them"

Ok! I know where this is headed. This is a game I can play and a sneaky bastard like me always wins.

We complete pushback, the tug driver is cleared to disconnect and he salutes us as he heads back to the terminal area.

"Flaps 5, call for taxi"

"Ramp, SouthernJets 123 ready to taxi"

"Taxi up to kilo kilo short of alpha, ground .9"

"Kilo Kilo, point 9 at the top of the alley"

Captain advances power, clearly nothing happens.

So I just sit there, waiting for him to call for an engine start as he fiddles with the parking brake and hasn't realized that (a) it's very quiet (b) the engines don't advance when he applies power and then… realizes that he hasn't called for an engine start.

So now there are about three other jets behind us, all bitching about how we're sitting there clogging the ramp without our engine started.

So he calls for one, but since it was summer and we had (somewhat) sunken into the ramp, one engine won't do it and now the relief pilot says, "Maybe we should start the other engine!" and I reply, "If the captain wanted a two-engine taxi, he would have asked for it!" (clearly in jest).

So then he commands, "Start #2".

"Gladly".

Captains, your fellow cockpit crew members really want you to look good and do a good job for you. Let them. Besides, you get all the mythical SkyGod "airline glory" anyway.


I hope he was an older fella. What a tool.
 
I know a guy who did just that at a regional and now fancies himself a "Professional Flight Instructor" and "Entrepreneur" (which everyone knows means largely unemployed between curbside oil changes)
Didn't slap the other guy hard enough.
 
I've done that with chicks. I just roll over them and figure ill be back next day to pick them up.

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I was a line guy a while back at KLMT Kingsley Field. They have an air guard wing located there with F-15s.

The entrance to the guard ramp is just up the taxi way from the FBO. Large clear signs indicate "hey, this is a military area, if you're not a fighter jet, keep the f*** out!"

I watched a late 20's "private pilot" taxi right in and park between two F-15s. All the while tower is telling him "sir that's a military ramp, the FBO is just to the north." He shuts down anyway (later saying he stopped monitoring ground).

It was quite a show to watch the security MPs roll up in a blacked out SUV with weapons drawn!

They just let him go but called me to tow his airplane to the FBO. Tower called us to give the pilot "the number" and have him call.

I'm not sure if it is related to the incident, but the aircraft sat for a week and was later flown out by a different pilot.
 
Today I witnessed a pilot trying to taxi his rather nice mooney off of a transient spot, the airplane was still tied down. After some pretty serious power increases and no movement the pilot figured it out, shut down and untied his airplane. I sat there in my jump plane trying to keep a strait face. I just kept thinking to my self, wow.
Meh...I've left chocks on myself (with the boss onboard to boot :P).
 
Funny story, I flew with a captain out of NYC years ago that thought he was the "end all, be all, SkyGod" that wouldn't take suggestions and expected to micromanage every part of the operation.

Fine, I can play this game.

We pushback, the tug driver says "Clear to start" and I ask, "How many do you want?" as we often single-engine taxi the 767.

"I'll tell you how many I want when I call for them"

Ok! I know where this is headed. This is a game I can play and a sneaky bastard like me always wins.

We complete pushback, the tug driver is cleared to disconnect and he salutes us as he heads back to the terminal area.

"Flaps 5, call for taxi"

"Ramp, SouthernJets 123 ready to taxi"

"Taxi up to kilo kilo short of alpha, ground .9"

"Kilo Kilo, point 9 at the top of the alley"

Captain advances power, clearly nothing happens.

So I just sit there, waiting for him to call for an engine start as he fiddles with the parking brake and hasn't realized that (a) it's very quiet (b) the engines don't advance when he applies power and then… realizes that he hasn't called for an engine start.

So now there are about three other jets behind us, all bitching about how we're sitting there clogging the ramp without our engine started.

So he calls for one, but since it was summer and we had (somewhat) sunken into the ramp, one engine won't do it and now the relief pilot says, "Maybe we should start the other engine!" and I reply, "If the captain wanted a two-engine taxi, he would have asked for it!" (clearly in jest).

So then he commands, "Start #2".

"Gladly".

Captains, your fellow cockpit crew members really want you to look good and do a good job for you. Let them. Besides, you get all the mythical SkyGod "airline glory" anyway.
Sweet.
 
Meh...I've left chocks on myself (with the boss onboard to boot :p).

Recently while loading a patient, FBO line guy standing ten feet away watching the whole operation. Watches us all button up the airplane, close the doors, and start the engine. From ten feet away. And then i notice out the corner of my eye that the left wheel chock is still in, which means so is the nose chock. Derp.
 
Due to the ramp slope I usually only put a chock in front of the nose tire. Departure is usually 0530 and I freely admit that I miss it sometimes. Thank God I can reverse to get a around it. There are no witnesses thankfully.
 
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