The Flying of the People.
Posted by Kevin.......
I cannot remember the last time I wore four different neckties in one week. That's, like, almost all the ties I own!
I was pulled from my cargo route to fly passengers this week for our charter department in Pierre, SD.
First I was scheduled to fly the whole week, Sunday through Saturday. Then it was reduced to trips on Monday through Thursday, because I had to return to the Twin Cities to do my cargo route on Friday.
The highpoint (literally) of the week was flying into Custer County Airport, SD. At and elevation of 5600ft, it sits high up in the black hills next to the Crazy Horse National Monument, and near Mount Rushmore.
A very turbulent ride, flying into this mountain airport was like riding a the back of a pick-up truck driving down a dirt road.
After about an hour at the airport, a guy in a shirt and tie walked into the mobile home that serves as a pilots' lounge next to the ramp.
He said to me, "Hi. Are you a pilot?"
"Hi. Yes I am." I said.
"Is that your plane out there"?
"Yep."
(Oh oh.)
"Do you have your license and medical certificate on you?"
I was being "ramp checked" by an FAA inspector.
Everything was in order and we chatted for a while. Another inspector came in and said he checked my plane and it was "clean". I don't know whether that means it was washed recently, or there were no drugs or guns on the seats.
I cannot remember the last time I wore four different neckties in one week. That's, like, almost all the ties I own!
I was pulled from my cargo route to fly passengers this week for our charter department in Pierre, SD.
First I was scheduled to fly the whole week, Sunday through Saturday. Then it was reduced to trips on Monday through Thursday, because I had to return to the Twin Cities to do my cargo route on Friday.
The highpoint (literally) of the week was flying into Custer County Airport, SD. At and elevation of 5600ft, it sits high up in the black hills next to the Crazy Horse National Monument, and near Mount Rushmore.
A very turbulent ride, flying into this mountain airport was like riding a the back of a pick-up truck driving down a dirt road.
After about an hour at the airport, a guy in a shirt and tie walked into the mobile home that serves as a pilots' lounge next to the ramp.
He said to me, "Hi. Are you a pilot?"
"Hi. Yes I am." I said.
"Is that your plane out there"?
"Yep."
(Oh oh.)
"Do you have your license and medical certificate on you?"
I was being "ramp checked" by an FAA inspector.
Everything was in order and we chatted for a while. Another inspector came in and said he checked my plane and it was "clean". I don't know whether that means it was washed recently, or there were no drugs or guns on the seats.
posted by Kevin and Stace @ 9:11 AM
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