Discussion in 'Hangar Flying' started by Daleandee, Oct 1, 2019.
Someone needed to think of something:
How to save money on an expensive aircraft repair!
Good work by that guy on the cart/tug, the aircraft owner should do something nice for him. And their insurance company should buy him and his family a big dinner anywhere in town
Unfortunately, his likely reward will be lots of paperwork about the damage he deliberately caused to expensive ground equipment.
Repeat after me "I was just heading over to gate X, this **** thing came out of nowhere and hit me!"
Sadly yeah - likely catch more crap than praise even after it was on the verge of what 60-100k in damage and rebooking/delay costs?
Unless he was also the guy who left the catering truck running and in gear with the brakes off.
Agree: that guy deserves a financial award, unless he was the cause.
Related issue. We get around the airpark on golf carts, and we teach new residents to shift to neutral, turn off the run key and set the brakes when they park a cart. We have had damage to an airplane (not mine) when a dog jumped on a parked cart, leaned against the accelerator pedal, and ran it into an amphib float.
I will tell on myself. I worked on the rpm governor on my golf cart. Got in a race with my son-in-law with his SLOW cart. I was looking back at him laughing and took out a runway light. He was laughing so hard he stopped his cart and fell out on the ground laughing. I can still see it.
Perhaps you could put a pressure switch in the seat that will not allow power to the motor relays unless someone’s butt is planted in the seat.
That would work.
“I’m incredibly proud of Jorge’s actions – he not only prevented severe damage to the aircraft, but more importantly, he prevented what could have been serious injury to his fellow ramp employees or our customers onboard,” said Ricky Deane, Envoy Vice President in Chicago. “He demonstrated the ‘safety first’ focus that we have here at the hub – it’s the foundation of everything we do.”
More of a safety second incident...
We have golf carts at work for the important (spelled l-a-z-y) people to get around the factory. If the carts are on and 'in gear' they bleep. They don't get left on and in gear...
My Z-turn (and most lawn tractors) have that feature. When I get up, if the drive isn't disengaged and the brakes set, it shuts itself off. Kinda surprising that a high dollar airport vendor cart would be missing such a simple, yet great safety feature. Perhaps it had such a feature years ago before it went into the maintenance shop for the umpteenth time ...
Oh someone probably got upset at it shutting down every time you hit a bump (no suspension) flipped the seat up and taped the wires together
The Gators *ahem* used to suffer from that issue. Clearly the engine shutoff switch isn't on the site safety inspection checklist because they haven't suffered that issue for a long time.
Or a case of water
Like golf carts but a little more robust
Reminds me of my first time riding a bike with gears, on Christmas day. I was so fascinated looking down and watching it change gears that I ran into a mailbox...
Mom saw the whole thing from the living room...
reminds me of jumping over our front gate, trying to be cool. I snagged one toe as I went over and fell flat on the pavement, cutting my knee and chin, which ruined my chances of going on a date.....witnessed by my mother, who, bless her cotton socks, managed not to laugh out loud until I was safely out of throwing range.
Walking home from the one room school and ran and tried to jump a bobwire fence. Have a scar across the top of my left knee and another that runs from my ankle to almost to my hip on my right leg. Finished walking home with a shoe and sock full of blood. Kids do dumb things and I had a gift for it.
Never forget my great Irish mother telling Junior and I to stop acting like two wild indians and start acting like we had some breeding whether we do or not.
We would look at each other and laugh. Looking back, I feel sorry for her.
Junior had the same gift
I have 2 inch scar on my right thigh from nearly hurdling a barbwire fence. My mother was not impressed at the huge corner rip in my new jeans. We were menders, so my jeans were stitched up, unlike my leg.
Separate names with a comma.