A good friend was on exchange from flying Wasps with the RN to flying Scouts with the BAOR, and detailed to fly the Grand Poobah one day.
As happens, the Scout failed to start and CP noted the lack of spark. Nonchalantly (he was RN, after all) he exited the cab and asked the General to pass him the chock from the back of the cabin, which he used to smite a calibrated tap on the ignitor box. Returned chock to the General, climbed in, started and got on with the job.
Henceforth the General demanded CP as his pilot, to the chagrin of the hairy chested AAC drivers
