Hmm Chimbu... bet that FO's trousers don't fit him now.
The Melbourne nine simulator... remember the kitchen chair the instructor sat on between the victims.
During my endorsement at one of those bloody awful back of the clock sims, the other F.O and I were real tired.
On one take off, a wing started dropping and I shoved in rudder.
More rudder
More rudder and LOTS of aileron.
We shook and staggered into the air and I'm tryin' to identify the engine and keep the bugger climbing.
Me mate's having trouble identifying the engine and watching the flight instruments at the same time, callin' heading, heading, speed, speed.
Ray Donaldson, our instructor (We were the orange and brown mob... THAT'S why it was back of the clock!) fell backwards off that silly little chair from laughing so much.
Well.... the way she was flying , with full crossed controls; it felt like an engine failure.
What about the crappy visual display. Just lots of pinpoints of lights to outline the features.
At the end of our sims, if we had a good Checkie, we could do a bit of free flyin'.
Even though the visual display was pretty basic, we still felt that we were screaming up the freeway below the streetlights and then at the end snaped into a vertical bank to fit between the hi rises.
Those hirises always looked like the pinpoints of light were the windows, so you had to allow a bit more room from them for the edge of the building.
Good immaginations!
We WERE from the last generation to be able to play with a lump of scrap wood and believe it was a truck, tractor, grader or train as we played in the dirt under the house.