First of all, thanks for all the kind words! As Griff knows from spending FAR too many hours with me on Ventrilo (and/or in a LAN environment), I tend to be a bit “wordy” with my flying yarns. As long as guod will waste the bandwidth on me, I’ll keep emailing them his way.
And yeah, Beach, it was indeed a ruptured bleed-air line. In fact, I was standing next to the engine cowling (actually Falstar, #2 is on the tail, #3 is on the starboard wing pylon) when they attempted to open it to inspect the engine. The hot bleed air had melted and deformed so much stuff, that they literally had to hook a rope to a pickup truck to pull the cowling open. To say it was a mess would be an understatement.
That nagging feeling? As it turned out, we did indeed cover all the bases (all accidents/incidents are picked apart by the FAA/NTSB and the Training/Safety Department of the airline in question). Ours was no exception, and it was deemed that we did it all “by the book” and were given some “attaboys”. The only reason I even mentioned “the feeling”, was to take the reader to that place emotionally. I would guess that 99% of us have found ourselves at one time or another doing something vitally important, under some ugly stress, and just couldn’t shake that little dude sitting on the shoulder whispering…”you sure you’ve done it all?” I know I’ve had that feeling many times in my life….my wedding day comes to mind….lol.
Joe_stallin…I’m sure the dolphins are doing juuuuuust fine.
lumper….I remember departing behind Braniff’s “Fat Albert” many times back in the early 80’s flying my Swearingin Metroliner. That was quite the site, watching that big, orange behemoth launching toward Honolulu on its daily run. I actually flew with an F/O the other day on the 767, whose dad flew “Fat Albert” for Braniff….lol. Just proved I’m getting old…
JAMF by friend, I’m not sure that I ever submitted this one to Mark. And it would indeed be proof of that “small world” syndrome if what you said actually happened. Side note: I penned a piece about my favorite flight instructor of all time (one Mr. Gordon Shattles…he was the I.P. for my Instrument Rating in college), who tragically perished in a mid-air collision many years ago. Lo and behold, his widow typed his name into a “Google” search window and my article popped up. She made contact with me (20 + years after I had heard of his death), and mentioned that his now grown sons were very pleased to read the piece about their Dad. It made my millennium.
Thanks again guys for all the nice comments.
Have a great day all,