a reply to: Zaphod58
Nice thread, Zaph. Bumped for sure.
Being a retired kind of polar bear now, there's an odd
variation of #3 I hadn't seen before until a 57 hitch from
Midway to DFW. I experienced my one and only airborne,
moist breaking of wind from the following maneuver.
There was a good inch, maybe plus a half on the uppers..
this Cap had a full cabin and might as well have clicked
into emergency. I mean it was stones through the picket
fence. [wierd?] We'd been rolling only a couple of seconds.
Then after I thought the tires were going to fatigue from
boiling too much water (from recommended R2 versus
WTF): he snap rotated the yoke like we's a high jumper.
Nothing like a couple thousand feet of extra tar....
Ergo the stones through my Tommy Hilfigers-- anyway...
followed way too soon by a fast 'n' nasty (but thank God
brief) through neutral-- forward rotation that literally
KICKED all that greasy stuff clean away. Groundhog Day DIS.
As the just about aerobatic display of cowboyism just the
same got us in a normal climb angle when it was all over, I
thought out loud "It's all good except my laundry turned gamey."
There were oddly no screams, complaints to my knowledge,
or hearts needing to be stuffed back between lungs.
That early evening, Dallas was light South winds- and broken
cumulus 24 or so AGL. So pretty Batman could have come in VFR.
I also know why the seats are high and tight in coach nowdays:
to keep the cherries from slipping around while stinkin'