It was turbulent.
It was turbulent.
Flying over the Andes on 13 October 1972 was a bitch. We crashed. Many of my teammates and friends died. We had to snack on their remains. Canessa and I eventually walked down into Chile to find people, and get the rest of our party rescued.
Denver to Colorado Springs many times...
The Vomit Comet.
Sitting in the back of a C-130 for a couple of hours doing low level flights at about 500 - 800 ft. That can be one bumpy flight.
luv2run wrote:
Denver to Colorado Springs many times...
The Vomit Comet.
Denver to Cheyenne is worse because of the size of the plane. But really what is there to describe? I usually fly at least 80 or 90 times a year and have seen food trays fly off tables and flight attendants knocked down, but it's all part of flying. I just hate it when it's bouncing around too much to work on a laptop.
It was a connecting flight from LaGuardia into Syracuse.
One drop was so abrupt my coffee ended up on the ceiling of the plane, the cup still in my hand. The flight attendants weren't allowed up and emergency crews met us on the tarmac for injuries including a guy with a split open head. I love flying in turbulence but that was the one time I had concerns about the plane actually breaking apart. Lord knows they don't pump the money into maintenance/upkeep/quality parts like they did years ago.
20 min. after takeoff
Pilot: Looks like we're going to head back to the terminal. We've got a couple things here that we need to address.
10 minutes later
Pilot: Just to let you know, our crew is trained and prepared to land the plane with one engine and to handle these situations.
This was all we were told. We dropped out of the clouds and as we landed, the fire trucks were lined up and driving along side us at full speed as we landed. Kind of flipped me out. This was a 40-50 passenger commuter flight.
Oceanic Flight 815. I blacked out an I don't really remember what happened.
Earlier in my natural-resources-related career, I had to make aerial counts of deer. I'd been in commercial jets and in small planes before w/o problems, but this work required the 4-seater plane to make frequent dips, turns, rises, and falls, and for us to turn our heads and look at places other than straight ahead... all the while trying to concentrate to make ensure our search image and make accurate tallies.
The first time I got VERY green but luckily didn't lose my lunch. I barely adapted... could tolerate it, but it wasn't pleasant.