Everything I used to bore people on newsgroups and mailing lists with, now in one inconvenient place.
I was just reading the story of British Airways Flight 9 on Wikipedia. I hope that some day when I get into difficulty as a pilot, I’m as calm as Captain Moody:
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped. We are doing our damnedest to get them going again. I trust you are not in too much distress.
That’s just beat out Captain Al Haynes “You want to be particular and make it a runway, huh?” as my favourite aviation quote.
I was driving to work this morning, admiring that unfamiliar shiny yellow orb in the sky and thinking that if I wasn’t overburdened by work and it wasn’t windy as hell, this would be a good day to go out flying. But then I saw a pickup truck with a ladder in the back backing down the shoulder. “Why would he be doing that?” I wondered to myself, when suddenly the van in front of me ran over another ladder that was lying the road, causing it to pop up into the air menacingly. I swerved around it without hitting either it or any surrounding cars, and afterwards had time to wonder if it would have hit my grill or come in through the windshield if I’d hit it.