Er Presidente
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one day I was going up on the front ladder of a turboprop with a graz work colleague, we were standing waiting for them to find place in front of the plane and next to us the large propeller of the left motor turned softly while the turbine provided energy to the "services".
as always I was "pressed" in my "didactic" tivity, explaining to the "devil" connects why and the perish of "aerobic costs".
suddenly a "banal" comment expressed loudly escaped me.
he "we have the places in the tail, the less bad they are the safer", and I "but so we will not see the cockpit", after a moment of pause "certainly less bad that they don't give us the first rows in front of the wing" and he "why?", I laconic "see the propeller that turns, passes to a palm from the window, I wouldn't want to be there".
At this point I noticed that all the ladder had "hang" in a motion of "sarcastic dileggio" of the series "but figure out! what stupidity". even my "poor" colleague, smiled and looked at me with a benevolent of the series, "just you expert, you shoot cocks".
I said, "Look at the windows at the end of the propeller, you know that step?" he "Is it true! There's a step, but what is it?" I said, "It's a simple armor" of a few millimeters, maybe 15 or 20, a plate covering the whole window area, who knows why is there? If they don't trust them, why should we trust them? "
tombal silence of 5 seconds and then all a whip of boarding tickets and all to count with the ditino, trying to figure out where their place was".
The colleague no longer said anything to me, and strangely, the places in correspondence of the propellers were empty.
p.s.: I told marcof this anecdote and I noticed that his wife has "subito" still her macabre charm. and then I deiso to share.
p.p.s.: Marcof from the old trolleybustiere did not fall into the trap, and immediately understood the real reason for a technical solution of "tal guisa", however remains the fact that some designers are really "curiosis"!
:biggrin:
as always I was "pressed" in my "didactic" tivity, explaining to the "devil" connects why and the perish of "aerobic costs".
suddenly a "banal" comment expressed loudly escaped me.
he "we have the places in the tail, the less bad they are the safer", and I "but so we will not see the cockpit", after a moment of pause "certainly less bad that they don't give us the first rows in front of the wing" and he "why?", I laconic "see the propeller that turns, passes to a palm from the window, I wouldn't want to be there".
At this point I noticed that all the ladder had "hang" in a motion of "sarcastic dileggio" of the series "but figure out! what stupidity". even my "poor" colleague, smiled and looked at me with a benevolent of the series, "just you expert, you shoot cocks".
I said, "Look at the windows at the end of the propeller, you know that step?" he "Is it true! There's a step, but what is it?" I said, "It's a simple armor" of a few millimeters, maybe 15 or 20, a plate covering the whole window area, who knows why is there? If they don't trust them, why should we trust them? "
tombal silence of 5 seconds and then all a whip of boarding tickets and all to count with the ditino, trying to figure out where their place was".
The colleague no longer said anything to me, and strangely, the places in correspondence of the propellers were empty.
p.s.: I told marcof this anecdote and I noticed that his wife has "subito" still her macabre charm. and then I deiso to share.
p.p.s.: Marcof from the old trolleybustiere did not fall into the trap, and immediately understood the real reason for a technical solution of "tal guisa", however remains the fact that some designers are really "curiosis"!
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