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Back in the '70s, a Southern gentleman friend was an airline pilot who owned a C-182 that he called "Juan" — as in "Juan Eighty-Two." His N-number ended in 4Q, and if he either wanted a laugh or didn't like an ATC instruction, he acknowledged with, "Roger. Four Q." Pronounced in that Southern-gentlemanly style that sounded more like, "Roger. Fork you."
Bless his heart, he always gave me a $20 bill any time he came in the shop. And now you know why we now need a full N-number readback!
Tom Ciura
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