While cruising through New York’s class B airspace on a busy Friday evening I heard this:
Cherokee:
“New York departure control, Cherokee One Two Three Four Five off Teterboro: 1,000′ climbing to 3,000′.”
New York Departure:
“Cherokee One Two Three Four Five, why are you squawking 3012?”
[pause]
Cherokee:
“Umm. I don’t know, sir.”
New York Departure:
“Cherokee Three Four Five, 3012 is the altimeter setting; you’re supposed to be squawking 4020.”
Cherokee:
“Roger, New York. Squawking 4020.”
Lin Weeks
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