Written for the Cub Flounder but flown by “Ivan Allen”
Pretendpilot: Having finally arrived safely back in Guadalupe after a month-long tour of Venezuela [Photo-001] , I called the Cub Flounder on cell phone. His arm was feeling much better, (He had been having his rehab done by a “specialist” in Nepal) his tan was significantly darker and he was about to head back to Oregon to attend to the family for a while. “But, what about the April flight?” I asked. “Well,” he replied, “back in December I took a guy named Ivan Allen to Greece. Last week I received an e-mail from him from Kiev, Ukraine - why don’t you see if he is up for flying this one? I’ll be back for the May flight,” he promised, “but for now I’d just as soon be at home getting the yard ready for spring.”
So I e-mailed Ivan and asked him to meet me in Frankfurt for the April flight. He was thrilled! After a search on FS.com I found a Pan American jet to take me non-stop from the Caribbean to Frankfurt. I departed at 5 AM and set up a GPS-direct route. I swept the wings and progressively climbed up to 53,000 ft and set cruise for MACH 1.5! This is a lot of fun to fly but because this plane is massive, the speed can be deceiving close to the ground, watch your rotation speed, which should be before 290 knots! [Photo-002] Arrival in Germany was uneventful although a bit long into 25R, and I parked up at 17:00 local time. [Photo-003] (That’s about 3 hours in the air, I think) This is where I met up with Ivan and exchanged information on April’s flight with him. Then I set my own sights on returning home at a bit more leisurely pace, via a non-stop Lufthansa A340.
Ivan Allen: First let me tell you that after that December flight to Samos, Greece I was able to convince my Editor-in-Chief to give me a 12-month sabbatical from work to “research” this hobby further. Since then I have been flying 8-10 hours per day, downloading like a madman and learning everything possible about the intricacies of this game. I hope that my 4 months’ of work pays off with a safe and successful flight for you all to enjoy this month.
Having met up with Pretend Pilot (another of Ron’s incarnations) in Frankfurt’s Main Airport, I settled in for some pastry and to go over the details of Salina’s FOTM suggestion – thanks for letting me fly along with you all.
I tore into the envelope only to discover that I’d be flying “irons” this month in little more than “commuter hops”. As I read deeper I found myself saying, “Please don’t screw this up, oh please, don’t screw up!” Apparently I was talking to myself louder than I realized because when I finally got to the line reading, (out loud) “…you will end up at the wrong airport…nearby city of Hahn…still called Frankfurt-Hahn…” I stood up to shout after the Pretend Pilot and was immediately tackled by two armed security officers. This was not starting out well!
I was not-so-politely escorted away to a small room where a senior officer questioned me and my paperwork. When I told him I was a reporter on assignment with TooMuchFS he peered over the top of his eyeglasses. “Vat do you know, about ze flyingk of Vorld Vor Two aihrcrafts over ze city ov London?” he asked.
“Well…” I stammered, “that was like, sixty years ago…I’m a bit too young to remember much of that.”
“NOT, in ze vor.” He stated, “lost month.”
“I know nothing about that.” I stated honestly. (Although I guess Hans and Alastair had threatened to do something like that)
Soon another man in a suit came into the room. “Zo, you know of ze man, Ernest Sarcasm?” he asked.
“I do not.” I stated.
“Vat about ze man, Bill Zmith?”
“Ahh yes, I met Bill in Greece last year, he was on the way to the hospital…something about his GI tract not feeling well?”
“AH HA! Zen you ARE part of ze troublezome group of ze flying cloob! Come vis uz! You kän't wäit tooh tell ze hoal schtorie!”
Actually, I thought I COULD wait but that German efficiency waits for no man!
Funny that neither the Cub Flounder nor Pretend Pilot had mentioned any of this to me! For two days I was questioned unmercifully: Battle of Britain or Battle of the Bulge? Bombing of Dresden or of Bremen? Sherman Tanks or Panzers? Chuck Yeager or Pappy Boington? Patton or Romel? Normandy or Bata’an? Midway or Coral Sea? Hiroshima or Nagasaki? Me109 or FW190? Airbus or Boeing? Hamburgers or Frankfurters? Bach or Beethoven? Streusel or Schnitzel? Pasta or Potatoes? Chilean Wine or Australian Wine? (Australia has wine? I thought only Oreg….) ROOS OR WALLABIES?
Well, after this ominous beginning I was taken back to Frankfurt’s Main airport despite my urging to go instead to Hahn. So now what? I decided to do what the “real” simmers do and go find myself some wings. Over the past two days I had been questioned about the Berlin Airlift, the MAAM B-25 Mitchell, an Me109 painted in “Peace Doves”(??) and an unauthorized flying Yellow Submarine, oh and the Starship Enterprise too….but, all that talk about old military aircraft made me wonder, what I could possibly find to fly over to Hahn. Finally, by mid-week some South American guy called “The Collector” had arranged a Ju87 Stuka for me to try out. I climbed up into the cockpit at 9:30 but it was all in German! I fiddled around for nearly 45 minutes before the thing coughed and sputtered to life. Then I realized I couldn’t see out! I finally found the brake lever and flaps, I taxied through and around the terminals and grassy infield before finally ending up out at runway 07L about 11:20 AM. I departed eastbound and immediately turned back to the west [Photo-004] . I never could find the radio so stayed below 2,000 ft in VFR airspace [Photo-005] . About an hour or so later I arrived in Hahn, (thanks to my new hand-held GPS unit) landing safely 3 times before the plane actually stayed on the ground. Once parked I was so shaken I collapsed to the ground sobbing!
Leg 1 = 14:20 Local Time, Frankfurt/Hahn, Germany: In a very well written article a few years back, http://www.flightsim.com/cgi/kds?$=main/feature/globe.htm the Pretend Pilot said that he preferred to fly Airbus’ rather than Boeings, so going off the inspiration of a former Flight Club pilot, Rik Vyverman, I ordered up a Thomas Cook A320 for this FOTM challenge. As soon as I learned that we’d be flying “irons” I had decided to fly BY HAND when under 10,000 ft. (Bill, watch carefully, and remember that compared to you, I’m a rookie!) I spent 20 minutes downloading real-weather and programming in my FMS waypoints. Finally at 14:42 I contacted ground for taxi clearance and then pushback. Pushback from the gate was spot-on, 14:45 as recommended and ground directed me to taxi this beautiful (Tony Radmilovich Repaint) aircraft out to runway 21 where I had to wait for two incoming flights. [Photo-006] I used FMS-routing to point my H.S.I. to the next waypoint and climbed out smoothly at 3,000 fpm, [Photo-007] keeping N1 under 80%. Once I had been cleared to make my left turn onto course I slowed climb to about 1,800 fpm and backed the engines down to 75% N1. [Photo-008] Once up through 10,000 ft I set autopilot for 290 knots and FL 250 for cruise. Weather was beautifully clear as we headed southeast across Germany and then the Austrian/Italian…..are they still considered the Alps here? [Photo-009] At this point I’m inclined to agree with Ron that these Airbus’ are great planes to fly and I was looking forward to several more flights aboard this A320!
For my approach to Tesseria ATC took me west for the ILS into runway 04R. There was some haze reportedly moving in but I felt confident as I scanned the horizon for landmarks. SUDDENLY, as I happened to be looking to my 11 o’clock I saw inbound traffic! I arrested my climb and turned slightly INTO him [Photo-010] . As he flashed past me, ATC called, “AAAAAAHHHHHH! Traaaaaaaaaffic alert, Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…Cessna Caravan do you see that Airbus less then one mile?” Lord, have mercy on my soul!
A couple of vector and frequency changes later and I had my Heads-Up dialed in for the ILS, waiting for the haze that ATIS had reported. [Photo-011] While I couldn’t find that, I did find the wind was really shifty, one second ON, the next second gone. Therefore landing was not great, but we all survived without the luggage getting thrown about [ Photo-012 , right mains down with spoilers up!] and I parked up at the gate at 16:06.
Leg 2 = 17:00 Local Time, Venice, Italy: After dinner I expected to see my shiny yellow TC A320 waiting for me, but it was gone! Frantically I searched for my bird but she was well and truly GONE. I asked the local “Polizi” for assistance and was told that the aircraft had other flights to make and had just left for Munich. We looked over Salina’s notes and learned (only then) that she is recommending a different plane, different airline for each leg! What’s up with that?
So frantically I searched for a way to get to London, finally finding an old Alitalia 727. No FMS here boys and girls, so I sat down with the charts and calculated a VOR-hopping route to get us to Stanstead. Departure time then is 18:50 from runway 04L. [Photo-013] I was directed to a left turn toward my first VOR [Photo-014] and I have to tell you that I have NEVER HAD so much fun flying commercial! (The family was gone for a couple hours so I could actually fly for a change.) Once up to cruise (FL280) I set the HDG on autopilot but then had to manually dial in my radio frequencies. Then I adjusted the HDG to follow my arrows. Ahhhh, this was great! [Photo-015]
ATC brought me in over the city and set me up for approach from the southwest, into Stanstead. Light rain greeted me the last few hundred feet down and approach was maybe a bit flat [Photo-016] but landing was smooooooth and I shut down at the gates at 19:51.
Leg 3 = 10:25 Local Time, London/Stanstead, UK: A new day and a new positive attitude! Back out at Stanstead I find myself another great Airbus (Hmmmm, another Tony Radmilovich repaint?) I program in the FMS for High Altitude routes into Palma de Mallorca and push-back/departure is right on-time at 10:45. [Photo-017] Once again I am hand flying up through FL10k [Photo-018] (75% N1 up to cruise at FS 310) and other than a bit of light “chop” between 7-12,000 it is a clear and pleasant flight down over Germany and France. [Photo-019] ATC gives me a straight-in approach and hands me off to tower who confirms my position and intention. I’m coming in without the aide of ILS and everyone is happy until that final call they give you on about 4 mile final…she says, “cleared for the left pattern into 06L, number one for landing.” 06L? You’re kidding! Well, with no one requesting departure I throw the book out the window and continue my approach, again a bit on the flat side (what is it with that anyway?) I landed right ON the threshold line [Photo-020] but hey, that let me make an early turn-off and we parked up about 5 minutes ahead of schedule, 13:55.
Leg 4 = 22:50 Local Time, Palma de Mallorca: Who the heck leaves at 11 PM to get in at 1 AM? This is a bogus flight! So I’m into a Lufthansa A320 (flying over Germany, too bad it’s pitch black outside and you can’t see the plane but that’s what happens when you fly in THE MIDDLE OF THE FREAKING NIGHT!!) Departure is, on time…Arrival is, on time. I was so irritated by this flight that I took Flounder’s advice and tuned into the inspirational music at http://www.plr.org/ to relax for a while, that really helped.
Leg 5 = 7:15 Local Time, Cologne/Bonn, Germany: After just getting in at o’dark-thirty I certainly am NOT going to get up again 3 hours later for another flight, so I wait a day, maybe two before climbing into a true “Baby Airbus” the Air Europe A318 (isn’t this a hold-over from like FS98 or something? Really unimpressive these days!) [Photo-021] There is some light rain and very hard bumps climbing out to cruise altitude but the morning flight otherwise progresses along uneventfully and ATC brings me down (late as usual) for a straight-in eastbound arrival to Tegel. [Photos- 022 and 023 ] Approach is better this time…landing is a bit early? Gate arrival is on time, 08:15 as scheduled.
Leg 6 = 16:55 Local Time, Berlin/Tegel, Germany: Zo, after ze day in Behrleen ve are rheady for ze lost flight. You’ll finally get to see some Lufthansa livery over Germany as I pick out the BAE146 for this leg. (Bill, you’ll want to take note of your favorite plane!) Seems the real-world rain has picked up a bit, overcast ceilings at 1,500 ft, but I’m still looking forward to a generally pleasant flight just under 90 minutes. We close the stairs on time and ground directs me out to runway 08L and I advance the throttles at 17:03. I hand-fly up through the clag to FL220 [Photos- 024 and 025 ] and am aware, again, that these four powerful canister vacuums do not make a real fast airplane (75% N1 plants me firmly at 201 knots IAS). MAN! There is a ton of AI traffic today, ATC chatter is non-stop and even when I’m handed off it’s all I can do to squeeze in my confirmation! Down right hectic – and a whole lotta fun! Frankfurt turns me north of the airport for an approach into 07L’s ILS. [Photo-026] I got the nose WAY too high on flare and then, after I parked, [Photo 027] I forgot to go back and take an Instant Replay photo, but the two important things are that we survived another flight and I shut down at the gates on-time, 18:35.
So there it is, seems that we all survived despite a close mid-air call and some marginal landings. I am really thankful to Salina for this excellent FOTM and thankful to the Flight Club for again allowing me to join in your fun, this was really great!
Pretendpilot: Having finally arrived safely back in Guadalupe after a month-long tour of Venezuela [Photo-001] , I called the Cub Flounder on cell phone. His arm was feeling much better, (He had been having his rehab done by a “specialist” in Nepal) his tan was significantly darker and he was about to head back to Oregon to attend to the family for a while. “But, what about the April flight?” I asked. “Well,” he replied, “back in December I took a guy named Ivan Allen to Greece. Last week I received an e-mail from him from Kiev, Ukraine - why don’t you see if he is up for flying this one? I’ll be back for the May flight,” he promised, “but for now I’d just as soon be at home getting the yard ready for spring.”
So I e-mailed Ivan and asked him to meet me in Frankfurt for the April flight. He was thrilled! After a search on FS.com I found a Pan American jet to take me non-stop from the Caribbean to Frankfurt. I departed at 5 AM and set up a GPS-direct route. I swept the wings and progressively climbed up to 53,000 ft and set cruise for MACH 1.5! This is a lot of fun to fly but because this plane is massive, the speed can be deceiving close to the ground, watch your rotation speed, which should be before 290 knots! [Photo-002] Arrival in Germany was uneventful although a bit long into 25R, and I parked up at 17:00 local time. [Photo-003] (That’s about 3 hours in the air, I think) This is where I met up with Ivan and exchanged information on April’s flight with him. Then I set my own sights on returning home at a bit more leisurely pace, via a non-stop Lufthansa A340.
Ivan Allen: First let me tell you that after that December flight to Samos, Greece I was able to convince my Editor-in-Chief to give me a 12-month sabbatical from work to “research” this hobby further. Since then I have been flying 8-10 hours per day, downloading like a madman and learning everything possible about the intricacies of this game. I hope that my 4 months’ of work pays off with a safe and successful flight for you all to enjoy this month.
Having met up with Pretend Pilot (another of Ron’s incarnations) in Frankfurt’s Main Airport, I settled in for some pastry and to go over the details of Salina’s FOTM suggestion – thanks for letting me fly along with you all.
I tore into the envelope only to discover that I’d be flying “irons” this month in little more than “commuter hops”. As I read deeper I found myself saying, “Please don’t screw this up, oh please, don’t screw up!” Apparently I was talking to myself louder than I realized because when I finally got to the line reading, (out loud) “…you will end up at the wrong airport…nearby city of Hahn…still called Frankfurt-Hahn…” I stood up to shout after the Pretend Pilot and was immediately tackled by two armed security officers. This was not starting out well!
I was not-so-politely escorted away to a small room where a senior officer questioned me and my paperwork. When I told him I was a reporter on assignment with TooMuchFS he peered over the top of his eyeglasses. “Vat do you know, about ze flyingk of Vorld Vor Two aihrcrafts over ze city ov London?” he asked.
“Well…” I stammered, “that was like, sixty years ago…I’m a bit too young to remember much of that.”
“NOT, in ze vor.” He stated, “lost month.”
“I know nothing about that.” I stated honestly. (Although I guess Hans and Alastair had threatened to do something like that)
Soon another man in a suit came into the room. “Zo, you know of ze man, Ernest Sarcasm?” he asked.
“I do not.” I stated.
“Vat about ze man, Bill Zmith?”
“Ahh yes, I met Bill in Greece last year, he was on the way to the hospital…something about his GI tract not feeling well?”
“AH HA! Zen you ARE part of ze troublezome group of ze flying cloob! Come vis uz! You kän't wäit tooh tell ze hoal schtorie!”
Actually, I thought I COULD wait but that German efficiency waits for no man!
Funny that neither the Cub Flounder nor Pretend Pilot had mentioned any of this to me! For two days I was questioned unmercifully: Battle of Britain or Battle of the Bulge? Bombing of Dresden or of Bremen? Sherman Tanks or Panzers? Chuck Yeager or Pappy Boington? Patton or Romel? Normandy or Bata’an? Midway or Coral Sea? Hiroshima or Nagasaki? Me109 or FW190? Airbus or Boeing? Hamburgers or Frankfurters? Bach or Beethoven? Streusel or Schnitzel? Pasta or Potatoes? Chilean Wine or Australian Wine? (Australia has wine? I thought only Oreg….) ROOS OR WALLABIES?
Well, after this ominous beginning I was taken back to Frankfurt’s Main airport despite my urging to go instead to Hahn. So now what? I decided to do what the “real” simmers do and go find myself some wings. Over the past two days I had been questioned about the Berlin Airlift, the MAAM B-25 Mitchell, an Me109 painted in “Peace Doves”(??) and an unauthorized flying Yellow Submarine, oh and the Starship Enterprise too….but, all that talk about old military aircraft made me wonder, what I could possibly find to fly over to Hahn. Finally, by mid-week some South American guy called “The Collector” had arranged a Ju87 Stuka for me to try out. I climbed up into the cockpit at 9:30 but it was all in German! I fiddled around for nearly 45 minutes before the thing coughed and sputtered to life. Then I realized I couldn’t see out! I finally found the brake lever and flaps, I taxied through and around the terminals and grassy infield before finally ending up out at runway 07L about 11:20 AM. I departed eastbound and immediately turned back to the west [Photo-004] . I never could find the radio so stayed below 2,000 ft in VFR airspace [Photo-005] . About an hour or so later I arrived in Hahn, (thanks to my new hand-held GPS unit) landing safely 3 times before the plane actually stayed on the ground. Once parked I was so shaken I collapsed to the ground sobbing!
Leg 1 = 14:20 Local Time, Frankfurt/Hahn, Germany: In a very well written article a few years back, http://www.flightsim.com/cgi/kds?$=main/feature/globe.htm the Pretend Pilot said that he preferred to fly Airbus’ rather than Boeings, so going off the inspiration of a former Flight Club pilot, Rik Vyverman, I ordered up a Thomas Cook A320 for this FOTM challenge. As soon as I learned that we’d be flying “irons” I had decided to fly BY HAND when under 10,000 ft. (Bill, watch carefully, and remember that compared to you, I’m a rookie!) I spent 20 minutes downloading real-weather and programming in my FMS waypoints. Finally at 14:42 I contacted ground for taxi clearance and then pushback. Pushback from the gate was spot-on, 14:45 as recommended and ground directed me to taxi this beautiful (Tony Radmilovich Repaint) aircraft out to runway 21 where I had to wait for two incoming flights. [Photo-006] I used FMS-routing to point my H.S.I. to the next waypoint and climbed out smoothly at 3,000 fpm, [Photo-007] keeping N1 under 80%. Once I had been cleared to make my left turn onto course I slowed climb to about 1,800 fpm and backed the engines down to 75% N1. [Photo-008] Once up through 10,000 ft I set autopilot for 290 knots and FL 250 for cruise. Weather was beautifully clear as we headed southeast across Germany and then the Austrian/Italian…..are they still considered the Alps here? [Photo-009] At this point I’m inclined to agree with Ron that these Airbus’ are great planes to fly and I was looking forward to several more flights aboard this A320!
For my approach to Tesseria ATC took me west for the ILS into runway 04R. There was some haze reportedly moving in but I felt confident as I scanned the horizon for landmarks. SUDDENLY, as I happened to be looking to my 11 o’clock I saw inbound traffic! I arrested my climb and turned slightly INTO him [Photo-010] . As he flashed past me, ATC called, “AAAAAAHHHHHH! Traaaaaaaaaffic alert, Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…Cessna Caravan do you see that Airbus less then one mile?” Lord, have mercy on my soul!
A couple of vector and frequency changes later and I had my Heads-Up dialed in for the ILS, waiting for the haze that ATIS had reported. [Photo-011] While I couldn’t find that, I did find the wind was really shifty, one second ON, the next second gone. Therefore landing was not great, but we all survived without the luggage getting thrown about [ Photo-012 , right mains down with spoilers up!] and I parked up at the gate at 16:06.
Leg 2 = 17:00 Local Time, Venice, Italy: After dinner I expected to see my shiny yellow TC A320 waiting for me, but it was gone! Frantically I searched for my bird but she was well and truly GONE. I asked the local “Polizi” for assistance and was told that the aircraft had other flights to make and had just left for Munich. We looked over Salina’s notes and learned (only then) that she is recommending a different plane, different airline for each leg! What’s up with that?
So frantically I searched for a way to get to London, finally finding an old Alitalia 727. No FMS here boys and girls, so I sat down with the charts and calculated a VOR-hopping route to get us to Stanstead. Departure time then is 18:50 from runway 04L. [Photo-013] I was directed to a left turn toward my first VOR [Photo-014] and I have to tell you that I have NEVER HAD so much fun flying commercial! (The family was gone for a couple hours so I could actually fly for a change.) Once up to cruise (FL280) I set the HDG on autopilot but then had to manually dial in my radio frequencies. Then I adjusted the HDG to follow my arrows. Ahhhh, this was great! [Photo-015]
ATC brought me in over the city and set me up for approach from the southwest, into Stanstead. Light rain greeted me the last few hundred feet down and approach was maybe a bit flat [Photo-016] but landing was smooooooth and I shut down at the gates at 19:51.
Leg 3 = 10:25 Local Time, London/Stanstead, UK: A new day and a new positive attitude! Back out at Stanstead I find myself another great Airbus (Hmmmm, another Tony Radmilovich repaint?) I program in the FMS for High Altitude routes into Palma de Mallorca and push-back/departure is right on-time at 10:45. [Photo-017] Once again I am hand flying up through FL10k [Photo-018] (75% N1 up to cruise at FS 310) and other than a bit of light “chop” between 7-12,000 it is a clear and pleasant flight down over Germany and France. [Photo-019] ATC gives me a straight-in approach and hands me off to tower who confirms my position and intention. I’m coming in without the aide of ILS and everyone is happy until that final call they give you on about 4 mile final…she says, “cleared for the left pattern into 06L, number one for landing.” 06L? You’re kidding! Well, with no one requesting departure I throw the book out the window and continue my approach, again a bit on the flat side (what is it with that anyway?) I landed right ON the threshold line [Photo-020] but hey, that let me make an early turn-off and we parked up about 5 minutes ahead of schedule, 13:55.
Leg 4 = 22:50 Local Time, Palma de Mallorca: Who the heck leaves at 11 PM to get in at 1 AM? This is a bogus flight! So I’m into a Lufthansa A320 (flying over Germany, too bad it’s pitch black outside and you can’t see the plane but that’s what happens when you fly in THE MIDDLE OF THE FREAKING NIGHT!!) Departure is, on time…Arrival is, on time. I was so irritated by this flight that I took Flounder’s advice and tuned into the inspirational music at http://www.plr.org/ to relax for a while, that really helped.
Leg 5 = 7:15 Local Time, Cologne/Bonn, Germany: After just getting in at o’dark-thirty I certainly am NOT going to get up again 3 hours later for another flight, so I wait a day, maybe two before climbing into a true “Baby Airbus” the Air Europe A318 (isn’t this a hold-over from like FS98 or something? Really unimpressive these days!) [Photo-021] There is some light rain and very hard bumps climbing out to cruise altitude but the morning flight otherwise progresses along uneventfully and ATC brings me down (late as usual) for a straight-in eastbound arrival to Tegel. [Photos- 022 and 023 ] Approach is better this time…landing is a bit early? Gate arrival is on time, 08:15 as scheduled.
Leg 6 = 16:55 Local Time, Berlin/Tegel, Germany: Zo, after ze day in Behrleen ve are rheady for ze lost flight. You’ll finally get to see some Lufthansa livery over Germany as I pick out the BAE146 for this leg. (Bill, you’ll want to take note of your favorite plane!) Seems the real-world rain has picked up a bit, overcast ceilings at 1,500 ft, but I’m still looking forward to a generally pleasant flight just under 90 minutes. We close the stairs on time and ground directs me out to runway 08L and I advance the throttles at 17:03. I hand-fly up through the clag to FL220 [Photos- 024 and 025 ] and am aware, again, that these four powerful canister vacuums do not make a real fast airplane (75% N1 plants me firmly at 201 knots IAS). MAN! There is a ton of AI traffic today, ATC chatter is non-stop and even when I’m handed off it’s all I can do to squeeze in my confirmation! Down right hectic – and a whole lotta fun! Frankfurt turns me north of the airport for an approach into 07L’s ILS. [Photo-026] I got the nose WAY too high on flare and then, after I parked, [Photo 027] I forgot to go back and take an Instant Replay photo, but the two important things are that we survived another flight and I shut down at the gates on-time, 18:35.
So there it is, seems that we all survived despite a close mid-air call and some marginal landings. I am really thankful to Salina for this excellent FOTM and thankful to the Flight Club for again allowing me to join in your fun, this was really great!
