Originally Posted by john_tullamarine
.. I incline to a view that, at our mature stage of life, the body is in harmony with architectural splendour rather than the whippet gristle and muscle of our misspent youth ...
He he.....
Well, I never expected a response like this...though come to think of it, one of the few times that I have considered shouting MAYDAY, was on the ground in a DC3. I've posted on this before, but it was very serious. AMS and fast vehicular traffic on the right...down an embankment.
It was more to do with fading brakes, but my legs were giving out. The more stb engin, the faster I went. ANY reduction in power swung me towards the motorway. Taking off on the taxiway seemed the only option for a few horrible moments. But then the winds changed.
There was a captain at SEN in the early 60s. He would growl, smoke and drink...and occasionally speak. ASSISTANCE ON THE RUDDERS was one of the things he said to me. Young folk have no idea....CRM? God, that was ducking the captain's fist!