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I have been flying all of my life, an airline brat since I was 5 when my mother started working for Allegheny Airlines.
We used to go to the US Virgin Islands quite often.
Flying into St. Thomas was a unique experience b/c of the lie of the runway, right between two mountains.
So often in the 70's, instead of jet transportation, if you wanted to fly in and out of St. Thomas, you'd find yourself on a wide variety of prop jobs dating back to WWII leftovers.
Well, we found ourselves flying on a DC-3 back to Puerto Rico, where we would transfer onto an Easter L-1011.
I was a bit apprehensive to fly on this piece of history, but being a 12 year old, I didn't have any choice.
Taxi, take off and ascent went well, everything was going fine.
All of a sudden about half way to Puerto Rico, the pilot begins to feather the port prop.
Sput sput sputter, no more port engine.
Gasp!
I could envision shark heads popping out of the water.
Rosary beads in hands, prayers in my mouth,
My dad began to console me, "Son, he said, the DC 3 is the best twin engined airplane in the world if you have to fly on one engine."
I was little comforted.
Then, the pilot speaks over the intercom, he said, in a heavy Spanish accent:
"Folks, don't worry, dees happen all the time"
I was little comforted.
The reason I was little comforted was that not only was the port engine stopped, but oil was leaking out of the starboard engine!
Ever so slowly, Puerto Rico came into view as our stricken DC-3 came limping to San Juan Airport.
As we landed, it looked like a star studded version of "Emergency" was being filmed.
Thankfully, the landing was uneventful.
Dad was right...If there was one twin engined airplane that I would want to fly on with one engine, it was the venerable DC-3.
Anyone else have an interesting airplane experience?
 
This was before 9/11 I flew out of Midway in Chicago  to Detriot to visit my parents. The minute the plane took off we were in trouble it was a roller coaster ride from you know where...........a black storm was in the area and coming into Detriot thunderstorms with lightning was striking and then a bolt of lightning went dancing down the aisle. I still get tears in my eyes thinking about this...I was reading a book and praying the whole time. It was a packed  flight of maybe 100 people we were all in shock when we landed.
 
Back in 1966 I was transferring from Ft. Sill, OK to overseas. I left Lawton, OK for Houston, TX to catch my international connecting flight. The trip from Lawton to Houston was on a Convair 580 with the Dart 600 prop-jet conversion.

The take off from Lawton was routine, but over northern Texas we experienced severe vibration from the right engine/prop. As the pilot was feathering the prop we experienced catastrophic prop failure. The prop spun off the engine and just missed slicing through the passenger cabin.

We continued on with only one engine with no problem. But when we approached Houston the pilots realized the hydraulic system had been damaged and they couldn't get the landing gear down. We did a wheels-up landing on a foamed runway. We were told to assume the "crash position" with our heads between our knees and our arms over our heads.

The old lady sitting next to me said she was too old for such contortions and remained sitting straight up and continued knitting. After we stopped and started to evacuate the plane the old women seemed very upset. I asked her what was wrong and she replied, "I dropped a %$#& stitch! Now I have to start all over again!"

:D
 
Thomas Cassidy said:
Back in 1966 I was transferring from Ft. Sill, OK to overseas. I left Lawton, OK for Houston, TX to catch my international connecting flight. The trip from Lawton to Houston was on a Convair 580 with the Dart 600 prop-jet conversion.

The take off from Lawton was routine, but over northern Texas we experienced severe vibration from the right engine/prop. As the pilot was feathering the prop we experienced catastrophic prop failure. The prop spun off the engine and just missed slicing through the passenger cabin.

We continued on with only one engine with no problem. But when we approached Houston the pilots realized the hydraulic system had been damaged and they couldn't get the landing gear down. We did a wheels-up landing on a foamed runway. We were told to assume the "crash position" with our heads between our knees and our arms over our heads.

The old lady sitting next to me said she was too old for such contortions and remained sitting straight up and continued knitting. After we stopped and started to evacuate the plane the old women seemed very upset. I asked her what was wrong and she replied, "I dropped a %$#& stitch! Now I have to start all over again!"

:D

Dude...
The Granny reaction was classic.
For some reason, your story reminded me of the DC-10 crash at Sioux City.
Was that also a 'wheels up' landing?
 
16KJV11 said:
For some reason, your story reminded me of the DC-10 crash at Sioux City.
Was that also a 'wheels up' landing?
The DC-10 suffered catastrophic turbine failure of the rear engine. The DC-10 used hydraulic assist for control surfaces so they could not steer. The old Convairs did not have hydraulic assist so they maintained control.
 
I live near a local airport.  When my husband was alive, we used to hang out with a guy who had his own plane and lived in a fly-in community.  He landed at our local airport to pick me up (my husband had driven our car to his house earlier in the day to do some work for him) so we could have dinner at his house.

Anyway, he revved the engines heavily and started down the runway like a shot.  I watched as we drove over the "end of runway" lines.  I put my hand on my husband's leg, but no one said a word.  We lifted off just before crashing into the house of the family sitting at their dining room table, enjoying roast beef for dinner. (Honestly, there is no exaggeration here!)

A few minutes into the flight, our friend said, "Well, I think I'll pick you guys up at the regional airport from now on."  My husband replied, "Yeah, that's a good idea."  And that was that.
 
16KJV11 said:
We used to go to the US Virgin Islands quite often.
Flying into St. Thomas was a unique experience b/c of the lie of the runway, right between two mountains.....

Anyone else have an interesting airplane experience?
We lived on base at Roosevelt Roads in Puerto Rico and flew into St. Thomas often.  I actually bought my plane from a guy at St Thomas.  My favorite memory was when I flew my mother-in-law to St Thomas to shop for the day.  Upon approach to Roosey Roads, I was asked how much fuel I had because bombing exercises were underway (they forgot to tell the Flying Club)  and they wanted me to circle somewhere out of the way for a while.  Thinking it would be better to have me out of the way, they made all the bombers wait on the taxiway and cleared me to "hurry up and land already."  I couldn't taxi fast enough past all the aggravated bombers and there was my mother-in-law waving out the semi-opened window and yelling, "That's right...make way for granny!"
 
I took flying lessons my freshman year of college. This was before I got saved and I used to party hard well into the night. On take off, you are supposed to keep one hand on the throttle and if you do not, the instructed cuts the engine. It is pretty scary and the failed engine sets off loud hornlike alarm. I had partied until about 6am. and arrived to fly at 7am. I was not intoxicated, but real tired. On take off, my hand slipped off the throttle because I nodded off. :( The instructor cut the engine and the failed engine horn sounded. As I came too. I thought it was my alarm clock waking me out of bed and instead of grabbing the throttle and getting the engine going again, I was just in a daze. Needless to say, the instructor saved the day. He let out a real loud string of choice words to me that I will not post.

18 an REAL, REAL STUPID! Thank God the Lord got a hold of me a few years later. If he hasd not, I would probably not be posting this message and for sure be roasting in the flames of hell.
 
groupie said:
I took flying lessons my freshman year of college. This was before I got saved and I used to party hard well into the night. On take off, you are supposed to keep one hand on the throttle and if you do not, the instructed cuts the engine. It is pretty scary and the failed engine sets off loud hornlike alarm. I had partied until about 6am. and arrived to fly at 7am. I was not intoxicated, but real tired. On take off, my hand slipped off the throttle because I nodded off. :( The instructor cut the engine and the failed engine horn sounded. As I came too. I thought it was my alarm clock waking me out of bed and instead of grabbing the throttle and getting the engine going again, I was just in a daze. Needless to say, the instructor saved the day. He let out a real loud string of choice words to me that I will not post.

18 an REAL, REAL STUPID! Thank God the Lord got a hold of me a few years later. If he hasd not, I would probably not be posting this message and for sure be roasting in the flames of hell.

Did you continue with the flying lessons?  Or do you remember?  ;D
 
Anyone end up flying on the same airplane wit someone famous?
 
No, but I did sit next to James Arness on a Rhine River cruise.  Creep...he stepped out on Miss Kitty.  :o
 
lnf said:
No, but I did sit next to James Arness on a Rhine River cruise.  Creep...he stepped out on Miss Kitty.  :o

That's ok, she's got plenty of other men waiting for her back at her local cat house!  :D
 
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