I can't help with the original poster, but I do have a van story to share.
In Belize, we drop off tourists, who are processed like tuna and then shoved into dozens of caravans for the flight out to the many barrier island resorts. These guys have a job that would be cool for about 2 days, then boring and sometimes scary.
The setup: Normally you land East at Belize, and there is no parallel taxiway. You have to roll out and backtaxi to the ramp. The caravans swarm like gnats, and are so used to 737's, their speeds, etc, they set up their visual spacing so that inevitably, you're doing your backtaxi, lights on bright, and the van on base is jockeying his throttle and doing subtle maneuvers so he gets landing clearance at 100', and is touching down
exactly as we clear. Then, they stomp the brakes and make the same turnoff we have to backtaxi for.
They all use visual ground point callouts, and the tower crew and the caravans are so used to each other, the points come out as abbreviated grunts.
Caravan: "Be Islair Tweyank 1"
Belize: "Repba"
<translation: "Belize, IslandAir flight 20, over the tanks, 1,000' " "Roger, report base">
Normally the wx is good. One day, we barely made it in with low vis and driving rain. As we taxi in with a sigh of relief, we see a caravan on downwind, had to be 300', scud-running like a pro through virga, executing a TIGHT pattern to keep the field in sight.
Interesting operation!
