Short Final
Years ago, like 1960, I was a newly hired DC-3 co-pilot for Continental Air Lines. We could fly either VFR or IFR, depending the weather situation at the time. Needless to say, we went for VFR whenever we could. … [One day,] the weather wasn’t the greatest, but we thought VFR would work. Called ground for taxi clearance, and they came back with: “Continental, are you VFR or IFR?” … Naturally, we came back with: “VFR.” … We bantered back and forth several times, and the last time they asked us they same question. The captain, in exasperation, said: “We’re UFR.” … Ground control came back and said: “You’re what?” … The Captain answered: “Yah. Undecided.” — Lee Meyners
Years ago, like 1960, I was a newly hired DC-3 co-pilot for Continental Air Lines. We could fly either VFR or IFR, depending the weather situation at the time. Needless to say, we went for VFR whenever we could.
[One day,] the weather wasn't the greatest, but we thought VFR would work. Called ground for taxi clearance, and they came back with:
"Continental, are you VFR or IFR?"
Naturally, we came back with:
"VFR."
We bantered back and forth several times, and the last time they asked us they same question. The captain, in exasperation, said:
"We're UFR."
Ground control came back and said:
"You're what?"
The Captain answered:
"Yah. Undecided."
Lee Meyners
Editorial StaffAVweb
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