MauleSkinner
Touchdown! Greaser!
Does 55 mph on the accelerator pump count?
Years ago I took a C-152 from Ona, WV to Lunken Field in Cincinnati for an engine over haul. A buddy followed me in a C-182 to pick me up.
After meeting with the shop manager, we asked about a place to eat. He told us there is a decent BBQ place about a mile down the road. Take my truck, the red Ford parked out the front door, keys are in it..
We walked out to see a really nicely restored red Ford pickup, about a '64 model, parked out front and the keys were in it. We took it and was surprised by the acceleration. We parked at the BBQ joint and opened the hood to find a really nice looking 390ci.
We had lunch, tolerable pork BBQ, and headed back to the airport. When we pulled into the parking lot there was a small group of people and a police car. As we pulled in, one of the guys in the crowd pointed at us. They all ran over, yelling things, so we parked the truck, right next to a fairly new red Ford pickup......
We were trying to tell our story but the owner of the truck was understandably upset and not giving us much of a chance to talk. Finally the shop manager was summoned and once he confirmed our story things calmed down a little. But it was a really nice truck....
Doesn't @Jay Honeck have the ultimate loan car for use when staying at the landing?
Best was the car in Muscle Shoals.
With all the stories about "finding" the keys to car and borrowing it, I was just sure one of these stories would end this way. Here there are always cars around with keys in them, but only one is the courtesy car. The owners of the others might be surprised to have lost their way home.
Typical experience... Land at a deserted airport. Find the keys to the courtesy minivan, use it, put a few gallons in it, drop a few bucks into the coffee can full of singles and fives that's there for courtesy car donations. And here we are... a vehicle with the keys readily accessible, a coffee can with probably close to $100 in it, sitting on a desk in an effectively unlocked room. And it works, because everyone wants it to work.
Coos Bay Oregon. They didn’t have a courtesy car so a dude at the FBO let me use his F250 super duty. Super nice guy. I filled it up for him (back when diesel was like $4.40) and I think it was more than my airplane fuel bill!
Tried to get a car at Midland Tx, they said a pilot had taken it to El Paso (maybe 3 or 4 hrs away) without permission and they were in the middle of retrieving it!
Dude, when did you get a picture of my car???
Did you go to Delta State?Greenville, MS had a H1 Hummer that leaned as you drove it due to blown suspension. My university buddies might or might not have driven it across several fields and through a ditch.
Llano used to have an old cop car with power steering that no longer worked. It was always a fun drive out to Cooper’s!
I wonder if Larry is still out there tearing ass around the airport in his golf cart?
I think Larry passed away a couple of years ago. Roy is running the place now.
The "best" courtesy vehicle I've had was a run-out Mercury with almost no brakes: if I pumped (and pumped and pumped...) the right rear wheel would lock-up until the pedal was released. Novel and fun, sure, but I wouldn't do it in anything but dry conditions and very light traffic. I was grateful for the loaner car, though, and I brought it back with more gas than I left with (shoulda checked the oil, I suppose).
Typical experience... Land at a deserted airport. Find the keys to the courtesy minivan, use it, put a few gallons in it, drop a few bucks into the coffee can full of singles and fives that's there for courtesy car donations. And here we are... a vehicle with the keys readily accessible, a coffee can with probably close to $100 in it, sitting on a desk in an effectively unlocked room. And it works, because everyone wants it to work.
Absolutely, I feel the aviation world is one of the last bastions of true community left. I love that we live in Mayberry once at the field. I was shocked by this when I got into it, I figured as pricey as it is the flying world would be filled with arrogant snobs. I can count the pilots ive met like that on less than a hand. Seems to be no matter our income we all like crappy coffee in styrofoam cups and will bend over backwards for a fellow pilot without so much as a thought... that the driver of a decked out glass paneled ship and the guy that flies a ratted out old ragwing chat as complete equals and brothers. I hope we never loose this sense of community.
The FBO at Pensacola regional had some nicely restored muscle cars. I think one was a GTO.
As a local I never had a need despite several attempts to fabricate a need.