captainphil
Well-Known Member
for those of you that fly it.
Start engine...green button
Throttle up...big fat levers...push forward
Positive rate...gear up autopilot on
Throttles back....big fat levers...pull back
5 Mile final...gear down
200 ft...autopilot off
Land...usually hard
Shut down...red button
End of flight..Where the flying part comes in...I'm still not sure...
@ all you Replacement Jet guys:![]()
I fly the mighty Smash Eight!!!
It goes like this
Start engine...green button
Throttle up...big fat levers...push forward
Positive rate...gear up autopilot doesn't work
Throttles back....big fat levers...pull back
5 Mile final...prey the gear comes down
1000 ft..." Comair or Acey or Blue Streak etc..., reduce speed as much as practical..Dash Eight on a 100 mile final!
Land...always hard hard
Shut down...red button...hope nothing explodes
Too busy with systems to even remember how to fly!
Hurumph... I remember when the Dash 8 pilots were the elder statesmen of commuters. While the rest of us toiled all day in Shorts, Jetstreams, Metros, and Beech 1900s the Dash pilots would ride along in their elegent machines with APUs and autopilots.
We would huddle in the relative warmth of the crew-lounge in the E-gates...but not the Dash pilots. They would sip tea and eat cucumber sandwiches in their temperature controlled turbine-powered Cadillacs.
On the ops frequency we would often hear them calling for new crew meals because theirs was missing mustard (probably that Grey Poupon).
On days when we deiced, they would simply shut down both engines and allow the APU to continue to provide them with light and heat. The rest of us poor, unwashed, masses would begin a complex dance -- shutting down one engine while they deiced that side, then restarting that engine and shutting down the opposite engine to allow them to deice that side. Woe be to the pilot who shut down both engines only to find he needed a GPU to start up again in the pad.
But the winters weren't bad. In the summer the Dash pilots would sit comfortably in their APU cooled cockpit while sipping a cool beverage provided by their flight attendants. We, on the other hand, would have to sneak aboard empty Saab's or Shorts to steal a cup of ice and perhaps a bag of pretzels as if we were starving raccoons or squirrels hiding away food for the winter.
I swear I saw a Dash 8 pilot laughing and pointing at me as I spun the props on a J-31 after shut-down.
And now Right Seat Girl waxes poetic about the trials of her life aboard a mere turboprop? HA! Don't let her fool you. She flies the Rolls Royce of turboprops with her comfortable cockpit (including secure door ...not a curtain to be found!).
Don't even get me started on RJ pilots... Why when I worked for the commuters we used to have to walk uphill to get to the airplane...both ways...in the snow...carrying an entire North American Volume of Jepps...and had to do revisions between Johnstown and Pittsburgh!
You're all a bunch of spoiled wieners.![]()
Hurumph... I remember when the Dash 8 pilots were the elder statesmen of commuters. While the rest of us toiled all day in Shorts, Jetstreams, Metros, and Beech 1900s the Dash pilots would ride along in their elegent machines with APUs and autopilots.
We would huddle in the relative warmth of the crew-lounge in the E-gates...but not the Dash pilots. They would sip tea and eat cucumber sandwiches in their temperature controlled turbine-powered Cadillacs.
On the ops frequency we would often hear them calling for new crew meals because theirs was missing mustard (probably that Grey Poupon).
On days when we deiced, they would simply shut down both engines and allow the APU to continue to provide them with light and heat. The rest of us poor, unwashed, masses would begin a complex dance -- shutting down one engine while they deiced that side, then restarting that engine and shutting down the opposite engine to allow them to deice that side. Woe be to the pilot who shut down both engines only to find he needed a GPU to start up again in the pad.
But the winters weren't bad. In the summer the Dash pilots would sit comfortably in their APU cooled cockpit while sipping a cool beverage provided by their flight attendants. We, on the other hand, would have to sneak aboard empty Saab's or Shorts to steal a cup of ice and perhaps a bag of pretzels as if we were starving raccoons or squirrels hiding away food for the winter.
I swear I saw a Dash 8 pilot laughing and pointing at me as I spun the props on a J-31 after shut-down.
And now Right Seat Girl waxes poetic about the trials of her life aboard a mere turboprop? HA! Don't let her fool you. She flies the Rolls Royce of turboprops with her comfortable cockpit (including secure door ...not a curtain to be found!).
Don't even get me started on RJ pilots... Why when I worked for the commuters we used to have to walk uphill to get to the airplane...both ways...in the snow...carrying an entire North American Volume of Jepps...and had to do revisions between Johnstown and Pittsburgh!
You're all a bunch of spoiled wieners.![]()
vee-one....rotate....autopilot engaged....."Wheres that sportspage?"![]()