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the weather in scotland
I wimped out of flying again today. The weather was marginal all morning (raining and misty) but around noon it started clearing up a little; Fiona who manages reception at the flying club was very encouraging on the phone and said to come do some circuits (of the airfield, i.e., landing practice; the clouds are so low at the moment that it would be rather pointless to try to go anywhere). So I headed on out to the airfield and on the way it started raining. Then it started pouring. Then it started to hail. I got to the airport, parked, considered going in to say hi (but it was still raining)... so I called Fiona from the parking lot and said, in the immortal words of Tim, sod this for a game of marbles. Fiona said, "but Ari's just taken off, and so-and-so's about to go up." OH--what a wimp I felt like! But it rained all the way home, too.
EVEN THOUGH I would have been landing in a crosswind, and it was raining, I WOULD have gone, if it hadn't been for the HAIL.
rrrrhhhnnn
EVEN THOUGH I would have been landing in a crosswind, and it was raining, I WOULD have gone, if it hadn't been for the HAIL.
rrrrhhhnnn
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One of my favorite apocryphal stories on this topic (quoted from http://www.businessballs.com/airtrafficcontrollersfunnyquotes.htm ):
Allegedly, a Pan Am 727 flight waiting for start clearance in Munich overheard the following:
Lufthansa (in German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?"
Ground (in English): "If you want an answer you must speak in English."
Lufthansa (in English): "I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany. Why must I speak English?"
Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you lost the bloody war."
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