Aros wrote:Never been on a flight that had an RTO but the worst experience I ever had was flying out of Palm Springs in a 737. The winds were whippin' really good out on the tarmac. The airport is nestled at the foot of a mountain and they can create hairy crosswinds for takeoffs and landings. When the wheels finally left the ground it felt like we were about to be flipped on our side. The turbulence was horrific...I thought for sure I was going to meet my maker. Last time I fly out of Palm Springs.
Had the same thing happen trying to land in Ontario (Calif.). Crosswinds (which are rare there....usually west to east or east to west if the Santa Anas are in effect) were so freakin' bad the guy/gal made three passes at the runway while the plane rocked back and forth terribly before finally giving up and landing us at LAX. They then bussed us back to Ontario. Added like 2.5 hours to the evening.
Despite that and a couple of other less than pleasant experiences, I'm not afraid to fly really. But what I despise is that flying has become a gigantic hassle what with taking your shoes off and x-ray machines and all that bullshit.
Same here 'Sinceday1. It's not unusual for me to fly 200x per year (seriously). I hate it every damn time. Takes me 2 hrs to fly 30 minutes. Before 9-11 wasn't so bad but now? Just a hassle and I'm jaded.
Flying to Thailand last year, I couldn't get on JAL, so flew Philippines Airlines from Oahu with a stop over in Manila. The plane was surprisingly comfortable, able to lie down flat, and the service, though a bunch of typically nosey Filipinas, was also very good.
I wake up after like 4 hrs and tell the hostesses how great everything is and that I can never sleep on a plane. As they are asking me a million questions, like they do, I hear the pilot say something in a very thick Tagalog accent...and I thought he said something about "diverting" or "deeeevertine". I ask the stewardess' what he said and they went to check. He comes back on "Uhhh, dis is you captain speaking, 1st time before we lose number 1 motor now we lose number 3 motor and now we going to Guam". Huh?
The squirrely stewardess' come back to my seat and repeat the same, fake grins from ear to ear. I ask how far we are out and they say "1 hr to Guam". I ask how far to Manila and they say "90 minutes". I tell them to go tell the captain we are not going to Guam...let's shoot for Manila. The other passengers were already saying Hail Marys and looking at me like "are you nuts"??
I open my shade and look out the window. I see that we are now flying VERY low. White caps all over the ocean and I'm like...does this dude think he's going to make a Hudson river landing out here? I go up to the cabin and talk to the co-captain. Every eye in our section on this crazy white man, LOL.
I encourage him to show some balls. I have meetings in Bangkok that I can't miss. The dude insists we are in fact going to frikin' Guam. Pu**y. On my way back to my seat I'm encouraging the other passengers to join me in revolt. It's just another 30 minutes and I have a good feeling about our chances.
They are now whimpering and tears are flowing along with their prayers. I ask them if God would let them die today? Most won't acknowledge me but a few exclaim "It is up to God"!! And I'm like...well there you go then, why are you letting these clowns up front interfere with God's plan for us today? Nobody had an answer for that...they just kept crying and praying.
Never was I scared. There's really not much to fear in such a situation. But I was totally pissed. Later, I wasn't surprised when only my bags went missing, LOL. I guess their prayers were answered. ; )
Now I have to make the same hateful 20 hr trip right after the SB. But it won't be on Philippine airlines. Uh-uh. I'm going back to the Buddhists.