Sometimes the wrong help is worse than no help. I soloed in the 50's at 16 and had my PPL at 17. A buddy asked if I would give his girl a ride---he'd pay the rent!
I couldn't pass this up so I rented a C 140 and went over to Lockheed Air Terminal in Burbank to pick up Mary. With Mary in the right seat and Jerry watching I pulled the starter and had nothing---deader then a doornail.
Since Jerry was an auto shop major and understood engines I put him in the left seat, cracked the throttle and instructed him to hold the brakes on, wheel back and wait for me to come around and relieve him after I propped it.
As soon as the engine started, Jerry jammed the throttle full on and the plane started dragging the brakes. I grabbed a strut but could only make it go in a circle. After a turn or so the wing hit a post and really dented the leading edge. I was left to deal with the FBO. I was only 17 and owed them a bundle.
I worked after school as a lineboy and mechanic's helper to pay them off. I actually worked enough hours to be well over what I owed then and flew the extra money off
There is an annual all school picnic in Burbank. Last year Jerry and Mary were there---still there High School Sweethearts in their 70's. I enjoyed reminding Jerry of the incident. To this day I don't know why he touched the throttle.
Cheers:
Paul
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