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DickCappels

Joined Aug 21, 2008
10,661
I once flew from San Francisco to Los Angeles but LA was heavily fogged in so we just flew in circles for hours, landed in San Jose to refuel, then on to LA. That cut my full day at the electronics component show to about three hours. Then the San Andreas earthquake hit and I had to drive a rented car back to the Bay Area because the airports were closed. If, at the start of a trip, everything seems to be fighting you, it might be best to just go back home and try on a better day.
 

Tonyr1084

Joined Sep 24, 2015
9,744
Back in 06 I flew to Salt Lake for a job interview. I had my wife schedule my trip back home. She picked a 7 o-clock flight like I asked. I showed up at the airport at 6:00 AM and the counter staff said "Your flight doesn't leave for 13 hours." It was then I realized my wife made the flight for 7 PM and not 7 AM. So for a few extra bucks I rescheduled my flight for a 7 AM flight.

We boarded, then sat there for an hour. Then we taxied out. Then we sat there for another hour. Was supposed to fly to San Fransisco and catch a connector to LA but because Frisco was fogged in we couldn't take off. My connector had been long missed, so I had to sit in the airport for a few more hours. The original flight my wife booked me on would have come into LAX at 9:30 PM. The alternate flight I chose would have gotten me home around 1:00 PM. But because of the missed flight and the having to wait for the next LAX flight I got home at 9:15 PM. So for $25.00 I got home 15 minutes earlier than I would have if I would have just waited.

On a flight from San Jose to Intercontinental Houston Airport (not Hobby) (and before it was GW Bush airport), we took off going south. As soon as we were airborne we banked right for 180˚ and continued to climb. About 3 or 4 minutes later we banked right again for another 180˚ turn. OK, so we ARE going south. I was wondering what was going on. Another 5 minutes we banked right again for yet another 180˚ turn. Well I guess north was right all along. Nope. Another 180 and we were south bound again. By now we've gained quite a bit of altitude. FINALLY the pilot turned toward Texas. He cut power back and it felt like the plane came to a stop at a red light. It was the weirdest sensation I'd experienced in a plane. Felt like we stopped in mid air. Not falling, not turning, not going anywhere. Just stopped.

I realized we WERE going toward Texas, but it was just the weirdest thing to me. That and once on a South Western Airlines jet when the pilot got to cruising altitude he cut power back. That cut power back on the turbocharger that pressurized the cabin. I felt the air just get SUCKED out of my lungs. So I asked the flight attendant if she would check with the first officer and see what he had the cabin altimeter set to. It was set to 9500 feet. FAA regulations require it to be set no higher than 8000 feet. At 10,000 feet the flight crew are mandatory on oxygen. They didn't want to wear the masks so they set it to 9500, which saves fuel. Once I asked they adjusted the cabin properly and assured me everything was all correct. Yeah. Sure it was. I've NEVER had the air sucked out of my lungs. Not even when the tornado passed over my house.

What was this thread about again?

[edit] OH YEAH. Something weird. OK, I'm not off topic. Phew!
 

djsfantasi

Joined Apr 11, 2010
9,237
Back in 06 I flew to Salt Lake for a job interview. I had my wife schedule my trip back home. She picked a 7 o-clock flight like I asked. I showed up at the airport at 6:00 AM and the counter staff said "Your flight doesn't leave for 13 hours." It was then I realized my wife made the flight for 7 PM and not 7 AM. So for a few extra bucks I rescheduled my flight for a 7 AM flight.

We boarded, then sat there for an hour. Then we taxied out. Then we sat there for another hour. Was supposed to fly to San Fransisco and catch a connector to LA but because Frisco was fogged in we couldn't take off. My connector had been long missed, so I had to sit in the airport for a few more hours. The original flight my wife booked me on would have come into LAX at 9:30 PM. The alternate flight I chose would have gotten me home around 1:00 PM. But because of the missed flight and the having to wait for the next LAX flight I got home at 9:15 PM. So for $25.00 I got home 15 minutes earlier than I would have if I would have just waited.

On a flight from San Jose to Intercontinental Houston Airport (not Hobby) (and before it was GW Bush airport), we took off going south. As soon as we were airborne we banked right for 180˚ and continued to climb. About 3 or 4 minutes later we banked right again for another 180˚ turn. OK, so we ARE going south. I was wondering what was going on. Another 5 minutes we banked right again for yet another 180˚ turn. Well I guess north was right all along. Nope. Another 180 and we were south bound again. By now we've gained quite a bit of altitude. FINALLY the pilot turned toward Texas. He cut power back and it felt like the plane came to a stop at a red light. It was the weirdest sensation I'd experienced in a plane. Felt like we stopped in mid air. Not falling, not turning, not going anywhere. Just stopped.

I realized we WERE going toward Texas, but it was just the weirdest thing to me. That and once on a South Western Airlines jet when the pilot got to cruising altitude he cut power back. That cut power back on the turbocharger that pressurized the cabin. I felt the air just get SUCKED out of my lungs. So I asked the flight attendant if she would check with the first officer and see what he had the cabin altimeter set to. It was set to 9500 feet. FAA regulations require it to be set no higher than 8000 feet. At 10,000 feet the flight crew are mandatory on oxygen. They didn't want to wear the masks so they set it to 9500, which saves fuel. Once I asked they adjusted the cabin properly and assured me everything was all correct. Yeah. Sure it was. I've NEVER had the air sucked out of my lungs. Not even when the tornado passed over my house.

What was this thread about again?

[edit] OH YEAH. Something weird. OK, I'm not off topic. Phew!
It was 9/11/2001. I was waiting in Boston Logan for a flight to Atlanta for a business trip. Nothing unusual happened until we started our descent into Atlanta. Suddenly, the plane stopped its descent and climbed at a sharp angle. The pilot came over the intercom, saying the tower requested they circle until further notice.

Unbeknownst to the passengers, the first plane controlled by the terrorists had crashed into the WTC. The second plane followed shortly thereafter.

It took me a week to get back to Boston. Communication with my family was difficult as all cell phone traffic was overloaded.

As it turned out, the Logan gate next to mine was the flight that Atta was on board and the first flight that crashed into the WTC.

The personal trauma and that experienced by my family was life changing. And nothing experienced by so many others.
 

SamR

Joined Mar 19, 2019
5,491
As to airplanes... The first time my wife ever flew we were taking a Delta flight out of Savannah to NYC to visit my parents. We boarded the plane and it taxied toward the runway and then it stopped and just sat there for a while. The wife was nervous about flying and it was worse the longer we sat there. After sitting there a while I looked out the window and noticed there were runway marker lights between the taxiway and the runway. Eventually, the pilot came on the intercom and said: "I apologize for the delay, it appears we have taken a wrong turn and will have to turn the plane around go back toward the terminal." The pilot had gotten lost on the ground before the plane even took off.
 

SamR

Joined Mar 19, 2019
5,491
Johnny Carson had Arnold Palmer and his wife on his show one night and while talking to them he asked his wife if she had any superstitious routines that she would do before a game. Her response was "I always kiss his balls". Johnny quickly replied with "Boy I bet that makes his Putter rise". I'm sure there is a video clip of it online somewhere.
 
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