Short Final

First night XC with instructor. The route was going to take us over my home at 11:00pm, so I turned on my aviation scanner in my home for my wife so I could tell her goodnight. As we passed over my home at 6,500′, I had failed to push the flip-flop to the air-to-air frequency and was still on approach. … Me: “Goodnight, Susan. I hope you sleep well.” … What I can only envision as a large, hairy-armed controller: “The name is Bart, and they like it a lot better if we stay awake.” … I apologized and changed to the air-to-air freq with my CFI laughing. — Ed Bandy, via e-mail

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Updated Jun 13, 2019 8:47 PM EDT

First night XC with instructor.

The route was going to take us over my home at 11:00pm, so I turned on my aviation scanner in my home for my wife so I could tell her goodnight. As we passed over my home at 6,500', I had failed to push the flip-flop to the air-to-air frequency and was still on approach.

Me:
"Goodnight, Susan. I hope you sleep well."

What I can only envision as a large, hairy-armed controller:
"The name is Bart, and they like it a lot better if we stay awake."

I apologized and changed to the air-to-air freq with my CFI laughing.

Ed Bandy
via e-mail

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