Never had the experience inflight although I've threatened the second pilot within an inch of his life: "You'll step outside to do that!"
I've also nearly run over an FAA Inspector on the way to the power room. Either that or he'd be wearing breakfast, yesterday's dinner, yesterday's lunch, right on through the bag of M&Ms I had in the third grade. Lucky him recognized the signs of a pilot in dire need and he quickly moved out of the way. He did follow my passenger into the men's room and quickly departed as a large brown cloud billowed around him.
In another case, that passenger was the pilot of a small cherokee and was rolled over on short final due to wake turbulence. He continued the roll, landed, and stepped out to the side of the runway with another pilot/passenger as the prop stopped. Oakland Tower didn't think much of this and kept asking on the frequency what they were doing. His then wife grabbed the mic, "Can't you see they're taking a piss?"
I do have a close relative that has the joy of an ostomy bag. His 'little friend' makes all sorts of fun noises without warning and without any control. He enjoys a serious business meeting when there's a period of silence "whistle tweet tweet". The only thing he can do is put his hand on the vent and make it into a little tune. There's also the blow-outs and leaky seals that create the "***** dog" effect whilst shaking one's legs. The disposable bags do close nicely, stick an address label on them and mail 'em to former friends, lovers, and bosses.
Put this medical condition at altitude and it brings new meaning to incredible smells, interesting tunes, and explosive decompressions. Fortunately max window open speed in the 336 is VNE and I've never had the privilege of pressurized plane flights with him. But, I have heard tales of their olfactory and auditory splendor.
Fly SAFE!
Jedi Nein
I've also nearly run over an FAA Inspector on the way to the power room. Either that or he'd be wearing breakfast, yesterday's dinner, yesterday's lunch, right on through the bag of M&Ms I had in the third grade. Lucky him recognized the signs of a pilot in dire need and he quickly moved out of the way. He did follow my passenger into the men's room and quickly departed as a large brown cloud billowed around him.
In another case, that passenger was the pilot of a small cherokee and was rolled over on short final due to wake turbulence. He continued the roll, landed, and stepped out to the side of the runway with another pilot/passenger as the prop stopped. Oakland Tower didn't think much of this and kept asking on the frequency what they were doing. His then wife grabbed the mic, "Can't you see they're taking a piss?"
I do have a close relative that has the joy of an ostomy bag. His 'little friend' makes all sorts of fun noises without warning and without any control. He enjoys a serious business meeting when there's a period of silence "whistle tweet tweet". The only thing he can do is put his hand on the vent and make it into a little tune. There's also the blow-outs and leaky seals that create the "***** dog" effect whilst shaking one's legs. The disposable bags do close nicely, stick an address label on them and mail 'em to former friends, lovers, and bosses.
Put this medical condition at altitude and it brings new meaning to incredible smells, interesting tunes, and explosive decompressions. Fortunately max window open speed in the 336 is VNE and I've never had the privilege of pressurized plane flights with him. But, I have heard tales of their olfactory and auditory splendor.
Fly SAFE!
Jedi Nein
up to Las Vegas for its 20th anniversary or something in a King Air 200. Well about 2 hours out my partner is starting to get all sweaty, I ask “are you all right”, and he goes “man, that taco shack’s not sitting very well.” I said "well we’re about 2 hours out so you better do what you have to do."
