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Snorting his way across the USA
Question: What did the Sac Arrow do for Thanksgiving?
Answer: Went flying! Over to KHAF for a salad type thing with some bay shrimp on it for lunch.
I'm ten miles to the north out of the ocean. I hear "Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow XXX is entering downwind for three zero" in some sort of Middle Eastern accent. Good call.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Arrow XXX is switching to left pattern one two." Um, why? Winds are calm and probably favoring three zero. Right pattern three zero is the calm wind runway.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Arrow XXX is on left downwind for three zero." What? Now not only did you switch again, but now you're on the wrong side of the field.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Arrow XXX is turning final for three zero."
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Arrow XXX is final for three zero."
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Arrow XXX is short final for three zero." WTF?
Chatty Habib finally lands. I enter the pattern.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Warrior YYY is two miles to the South, looking for advisories on the right pattern to enter."
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow 3SA is right downwind for three zero." (Me.) I turn base, then final and announce. I miss my base call because he's babbling a bunch of stuff.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Warrior YYY is turning right base for three zero." I touch down.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Warrior YYY is final for three zero." No problem Warrior, I'll be off the field before you land.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Warrior YYY is going around."
"Warrior YYY, Arrow 3SA will be off the field before you land." He still goes around. Can't flaw him for that. Maybe he was practicing go arounds.
The Sac Arrow proceeds to assemble his bicycle, strips off his jeans and jacket to reveal a taught, spandex clad superhero body, flexing a bit as the lady passengers from the other Arrow walk by. Alas, the only two restaurants that are open on Thanksgiving are NOT the local seafood joints. Mezza Luna is open but I don't want foo foo overpriced Italian. Half Moon Bay brewing company is open but it is the only other game in town that is open and there is a line out the door to get in. Homey don't play that. Homey does do a good 20 mile sprint down Highway 1 and back past the line of virtually parked cars.
No spinach salad thing with bay shrimp on it for the Sac Arrow. Sigh. Burger King will have to do. A double whopper with cheese, no bun, and a side salad feeds the need. Fast forward to the trip home. The Sac Arrow disassembles his bike, stuffs it in the back through the passenger door and fires the airplane up.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Arrow XXX is at transient parking, requesting taxi to three zero." Huhhhhhh????? Same guy. He's obviously not a student pilot, he has passengers, including some random dude and a couple of really hot chicks.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow 3SA is also taxiing to three zero." I normally don't announce taxi calls but since dude pal will obviously be sharing taxiway space I figured I better. I mean, we don't want to trade swords (or Arrows hahahahaha!) Yeah yeah, keep the day job.
I beat him to the runup area. Not because I'm going faster than he is but he apparently doesn't know where he's going and eventually ends up following me. I run up, taxi for departure and leave. Then I hear:
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow XXX is taxxing to the hold short line for three zero."
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow XXX is taxiing out on to three zero."
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow XXX is lined up with three zero."
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow XXX is departing three zero to the North." I **** you not, this guy actually, for real, made all of those calls.
Anyway, I'm done venting. Time to start pounding shots of Jameson and eating some of those deviled egg things and some sort of spinach dip stuff except I dip broccoli and celery in it, not chips. Turkey will be done later.
Answer: Went flying! Over to KHAF for a salad type thing with some bay shrimp on it for lunch.
I'm ten miles to the north out of the ocean. I hear "Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow XXX is entering downwind for three zero" in some sort of Middle Eastern accent. Good call.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Arrow XXX is switching to left pattern one two." Um, why? Winds are calm and probably favoring three zero. Right pattern three zero is the calm wind runway.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Arrow XXX is on left downwind for three zero." What? Now not only did you switch again, but now you're on the wrong side of the field.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Arrow XXX is turning final for three zero."
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Arrow XXX is final for three zero."
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Arrow XXX is short final for three zero." WTF?
Chatty Habib finally lands. I enter the pattern.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Warrior YYY is two miles to the South, looking for advisories on the right pattern to enter."
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow 3SA is right downwind for three zero." (Me.) I turn base, then final and announce. I miss my base call because he's babbling a bunch of stuff.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Warrior YYY is turning right base for three zero." I touch down.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Warrior YYY is final for three zero." No problem Warrior, I'll be off the field before you land.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Warrior YYY is going around."
"Warrior YYY, Arrow 3SA will be off the field before you land." He still goes around. Can't flaw him for that. Maybe he was practicing go arounds.
The Sac Arrow proceeds to assemble his bicycle, strips off his jeans and jacket to reveal a taught, spandex clad superhero body, flexing a bit as the lady passengers from the other Arrow walk by. Alas, the only two restaurants that are open on Thanksgiving are NOT the local seafood joints. Mezza Luna is open but I don't want foo foo overpriced Italian. Half Moon Bay brewing company is open but it is the only other game in town that is open and there is a line out the door to get in. Homey don't play that. Homey does do a good 20 mile sprint down Highway 1 and back past the line of virtually parked cars.
No spinach salad thing with bay shrimp on it for the Sac Arrow. Sigh. Burger King will have to do. A double whopper with cheese, no bun, and a side salad feeds the need. Fast forward to the trip home. The Sac Arrow disassembles his bike, stuffs it in the back through the passenger door and fires the airplane up.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic. Arrow XXX is at transient parking, requesting taxi to three zero." Huhhhhhh????? Same guy. He's obviously not a student pilot, he has passengers, including some random dude and a couple of really hot chicks.
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow 3SA is also taxiing to three zero." I normally don't announce taxi calls but since dude pal will obviously be sharing taxiway space I figured I better. I mean, we don't want to trade swords (or Arrows hahahahaha!) Yeah yeah, keep the day job.
I beat him to the runup area. Not because I'm going faster than he is but he apparently doesn't know where he's going and eventually ends up following me. I run up, taxi for departure and leave. Then I hear:
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow XXX is taxxing to the hold short line for three zero."
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow XXX is taxiing out on to three zero."
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow XXX is lined up with three zero."
"Half Moon Bay Traffic, Arrow XXX is departing three zero to the North." I **** you not, this guy actually, for real, made all of those calls.
Anyway, I'm done venting. Time to start pounding shots of Jameson and eating some of those deviled egg things and some sort of spinach dip stuff except I dip broccoli and celery in it, not chips. Turkey will be done later.
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