Fredagshumor på en torsdag

[Olav M. Rønningen]

Tar sjansen på å dele noen luftfartrelaterte historier som jeg snublet over på nettet, og som ihvertfall undertegnede fant litt morsomme:

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Tysk utålmodighet:

The German controllers at Frankfurt Airport were a short-tempered lot. They not only expected you to know your parking location but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (PanAm 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground and a British Airways 747 (radio call Speedbird 206) after landing.

Speedbird 206: "Good morning Frankfurt, Speedbird 206 clear of the active."

Ground: "Guten morgen, taxi to your gate."

The British Airways 747 pulls onto the main taxiway and stops.

Ground: "Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?"

Speedbird 206: "Stand by, ground, I'm looking up the gate location now."

Ground (with typical German impatience): "Speedbird 206, have you never flown to Frankfurt before?"

Speedbird 206 (coolly): "Yes, in 1944. But I didn't stop".

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Fra gamle dager:

A retired UAL captain friend of mine tells the story that happened to a friend of his in the 50's. His friend was FO to an old-time fire-breathing captain.

Scene: preflight briefing, Convair 540 Elko, NV to Las Vegas, NV.

Capt.: "Don't touch anything unless I tell you to."

FO: "Yes, sir."

1/2 hour into the flight

Capped: "How come we're only indicating 140 knots?"

FO: "Oh, did you want me to raise the gear, SIR?"

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En litt barnslig en:

Bud and Jim were a couple of drinking buddies who worked as airplane mechanics in Atlanta. One day the airport was fogged in and they were stuck in the hangar with nothing to do. Bud said, "Man, I wish we had

something to drink!" Jim says, "Me too. Y'know, I've heard you can drink jet fuel and get a buzz. You wanna try it?" So they pour themselves a couple of glasses of high octane hooch and get completely smashed.

The next morning Bud wakes up and is surprised at how good he feels, in fact he feels GREAT! NO hangover! NO bad side effects. Nothing! Then The phone rings...

It's Jim. Jim says, "Hey, how do you feel this morning?"

Bud says, "I feel great. How about you?"

Jim says, "I feel great, too. You don't have a hangover?"

Bud says, "No, that jet fuel is great stuff - no hangover, nothing. We ought to do this more often."

"Yeah, well there's just one thing..."

"What's that?"

"Have you farted yet?"

"No..."

"Well, DON'T, 'cause I'm in PHOENIX!

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En for våre danske venner:

A beautiful summer day with good thermals, near Billund airport, Denmark:

Billund ATC: "Gliders 82 and D5, state position and altitude?"

82: Overhead Coal Lake, 6400 feet."

D5: Same position, same altitude."

ATC (cool, dry voice): "So should I go get my collision report form??"

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Det er mer her: http://home.worldnet.att.net/~markcogswell/avgags.htm" TARGET=_blank>AVGAGS

Ha en glitrende ukeslutt med dertilhørende oppbyggelig helg.

mvh

Olav

[Geir Tore Gravdal]

Vi er flygere vi;-)

One of the passengers boarding the C-130, an army Liuetenant, saw one of the pilots by the door and couldn't resist to tell him that he was a pilot too. "Oh yeah, what kind of lisence do you have?", said the pilot. "It's a single engine VFR lisence, Sir."

Roger that LT. If we lose 3 engines and we still see the ground we'll call for you."