How about this for a start to an instrument checkride!!

[av8rbama]

Well, I was lucky to pass my instrument checkride since a girlfriend of 4.5 years broke up with me the night before... talk about rough!

However, once we were in the plane the DPE pulled out a Crown Royal sack... he kidded around and said "how 'bout one for the road?" then pulled a digital camera out of the sack to get a picture of the sky (late in the day, beautiful colors). Talk about a little comic relief to take the load off!

 

[urflyingme?!]

I took my instrument checkride way back in the day -- from a highly regarded local designated examiner. The checkride went smoothly; I'd had a great instructor, and I was very, very well-prepared.

The glitch took place later. My CFII's girlfriend -- who'd been having some celebratory drinks with us -- heard me tell him this: The examiner didn't even have me fly a blah-blah-blah approach!

She (passive-aggressive witch and student pilot that she was), went to work and blabbed about it. Problem was, she was a secretary at the local FSDO.

The DE was "counseled," and almost had his authority yanked; he thought I had called the Feds to complain about the checkride. I had lots of 'splainin' to do -- still, I don't think the DE ever really forgave me.

Moral of the story: be vague ... always.

I had a girl do that with an airline interview. Luckily it wasn't my interview in question. The next set of guys from our school got worked, funny thing was, she almost didnt make it(luckily for HER SHE was a SHE)

 

[JimG]

My instrument check ride was scheduled for a Saturday morning.

Friday afternoon about 2pm, my instructor called and asked if I could do my checkride at 4pm that afternoon, b/c 2 other students canceled, and the examiner wanted to fly home early.

So...I rushed to the airport, had a horrible oral exam that I should have probably failed right there, then headed out to fly right at sunset.

As we were flying, it kept getting darker and darker. All the while, he's talking about what a beautiful night it was with the full moon shining on the fresh snow.

I'm thinking WTH???

I couldn't figure out why my lights weren't working, but grabbed my flashlight out of my bag and handed it to him, telling him where to shine it.

After a flawless checkride flight, we returned back to base and as I was taking off the hood to land also pulled off my sunglasses.....

He said he was laughing to himself the whole checkride wondering when I was going to figure it out.

Needless to say....he gave me my instrument despite the horrible oral exam.

 

[Kream926]

i thought you had to do the IR checkride in VMC since the "applicant" is the PIC and still doesn't have the privileges to enter IMC?

100 feet below the clouds? nice try re re on trying to make your story sound intresting

 

[flyinlow67]

That was funny! Great job! We've all done stupid stuff before, Kudo's for having the cojones to admit it and have a good laugh at the same time.
If more people on here could do that, this board might not be so depressing in certian threads.

 

[RightPedal]

The guy is many years passed on now so I guess it safe to tell.
This was my private ride, on my birthday in 1976, terminal clear, all patterns were full, everywhere. DE hands me the hood right after takeoff and says take it to your first check point, which was an airport at about 20 miles out. Most of us in the group knew this guy had a drinking problem and it was easy to tell he had worked on it hard the night before. He tells me to let him know when I'm over the airport that we'll do some landings and then back out for airwork. Enroute I ask a few questions and didn't get any response, yep you guessed it, when I thought I was over the check point I took off the hood to find this prick dead asleep with his head against the side glass. Now I'm usually a meek person but this pissed me right off. I shouted out "HEY" and he didn't budge, so I back handed him right across the left breast. He jumps, looks at me and says; I fell asleep didn't I, man this is not good he says. Without another word, He looks out for the runway which is below and just behind us , pulls the power and says you have an engine failure, give me a short soft field full stop landing and then take it to the house. We get back to base, he writes me my ticket and says, you know, we all make mistakes, I made mine today, yours will be if this ever gets back to me. I never told anyone and he soon after lost his medical. I did fly with him a few more times and he taught me some things about flying an airplane that I'd never have learned from any 500 hour CFI.
Sorry Bill, I told.
Rest in peace.