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Sonstiges | Alle Jahre Wieder: Jeppesen Nort Pole Village RNAV Approach  
18. Dezember 2018: Von Mark Juhrig  Bewertung: +1.00 [1]

Weil's so schön ist:

Merry Christmas

18. Dezember 2018: Von Malte Höltken an Mark Juhrig Bewertung: +3.00 [3]

Man weiß doch, wie diese Feste enden... :-)



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28. Dezember 2018: Von Bernhard Tenzler an Malte Höltken Bewertung: +4.00 [4]

it was the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,
Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.
The aircraft were fastened to tie downs with care,
In hopes that -- come morning -- they all would be there.

The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,
With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.
I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,
And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.

When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter,
I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.
A voice clearly heard over static and snow,
Called for clearance to land at the airport below.

He barked his transmission so lively and quick,
I'd have sworn that the call sign he used was "St. Nick."
I ran to the panel to turn up the lights,
The better to welcome this magical flight.

He called his position, no room for denial,
"St. Nicholas One, turnin' left onto final."
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!

With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came,
As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:
"Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!
On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'?

While controllers were sitting', and scratching' their heads,
They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread,
The message they left was both urgent and dour:
"When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower."

He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking,
Then I heard, "Left at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking."
He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh,
And stopped on the ramp with a "Ho! Ho! Ho!"

He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,
I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks.
His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost,
And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust.

His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,
And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn't inhale.
His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly,
His boots were as black as a crop-duster's belly.

He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red,
And he asked me to "fill it, with hundred low-lead."
He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump,
I knew he was anxious for draining' the sump.

I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.
He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief,
Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief.

And I thought as he silently scribed in his log,
These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog.
He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear,
Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, "Clear!"

And laying a finger on his push-to-talk,
He called up the tower for clearance and squawk.
"Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,
Turn right three-two-zero at pilot's discretion"

He sped down the runway, the best of the best,
"Your traffic's a Grumman, inbound from the west."
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed through the night,
"Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight."

ich wußte garnicht, daß französinnen so dick werden können....

north pole...erinnert mich an den inuit witz...da hat doch glatt eine eskimomutter ihrer 16jährigen tochter erlaubt, eine polarnacht bei ihrem freund im iglu zu übernachten....am nächsten morgen war sie im sechsten monat schwanger....

aber mal was historisch - nachdenkliches....wer kennt nicht den cola-song von melani thornton...ich durfte diese wundervolle person im november 2001 auf dem flughafen von berlin tegel kennenlernen, als sie unerkannt im abflugbereich nach zürich mit einer crossair bae 146 wartete....ich hab sie erkannt und leise gefragt ob sie es wirklich ist....sie war es...noch schnell ein bisschen geplaudert und um ein autogramm mit widmung gebeten...fertig wars...ich war glücklich..ihr flug aufgerufen...kurze umarmung etc.

um 22.30 oder 23 uhr kam ich endlich daheim an und schaute tagesschau mit der meldung, daß eine crossair bae 146 bei schlechtem wetter vor der landung in zürich verunfallt ist....mit den trauigen folgen...2 sitze weiter hinten und sie hätte überlebt...vielleicht erinnern sich von euch einige noch daran....das autogramm hab ich heute noch...

also seid glücklich....es könnte die letzte stunde sein....

in diesem sinne...ein xunds 2019 aus oberding!

mfg

ingo fuhrmeister


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