I have no luck whatsoever with the traffic around here. No I’m not
talking about cars and stuff; I mean I always seem to hit the runway during
rush hour. Last lesson I dropped Bob off at the hanger and taxied my way back
to the runway for another solo to Claremont. It had been pretty quiet up until
this point. I saw a Porter on final and could hear that there was another plane
in the circuit. The Porter passed by me on its way to landing. I knew that if I
judged this right I could get my call in and ATC could squeeze me in between them. I waited
until they had passed me, made the call and was fully expecting to be told to “line
up and wait”.
“Hold short 08”
What? Ah damn I missed that; Mr Porter didn’t land, Mr Porter
overshot.
I have to wait a minimum of 3 minutes after his departure. Then the
entire aviation world decides to enter the circuit. A medevac or two, a couple in
the circuit. More commercial stuff. And me ,just sat in my normal spot at the
hold short line.
Waiting
And waiting
And then waiting some more.
Little did I know that not being able to takeoff was going to be
the least of my worries!
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