Try being in the back of a Coast Guard HH-65 helo actually suffering from a heart attack and hear the pilot over the intercom to the co-pilot, "Does that look right to you?"
CP, "Looks a little high doesn't it?"
P, "Must be the intruments, we'd be feeling vibrations if it was reading right."
Me, "Hey fellas, want to let me know before we crash what's going on?"
P, "Don't worry, the intruments are showing 25% tourqe splits on the engines
but if that was right the transmission would have already torn itself apart. We're good but we wont be able to hover and land at the hospital pad, we'll have to do a rolling landing at the Gitmo airfield and take you over to the hospital by boat."
Me, "Gee guys thanks for that, not like I don't already have enough to worry about back here."
Next day get medivaced out of Cuba to Miami on a C-9 hospital plane and have the flight surgeon tell me right before we taxi, "Don't worry about anything, if we need to we can perform open heart surgery in flight."
Not sure what bothered me more about THAT statement. The fact that he told me that, or the look of anticipation on his face as he told me that.
Fun times in the air
NOT!!!!!!!!!!
