I am a rude hangar neighbor

I'm with @Kelvin on this one. The guy next hangar over and the one across from me are car shops. They both have multiple employees.

I share 6 parking spots (2 car widths, 3 deep) with the guy next to me (same landlord) but when I get there and it's filled up from the other guy I get a lot of bit ticked off. Sometimes L and I are in one car so I just pull in to my hangar, but when we're meeting there with two cars it's on like Donkey Kong.

It's gotten better, but sheez.
 
All this talk of Barons and Mooneys and hangars has really made me sad. I reflect on all the poor choices I have made and now I have no hangar and can't be annoyed by strangers wanting to berate my airplane of choice, which I also do not have.

...Maybe somebody will adopt me. :rolleyes:
 
All this talk of Barons and Mooneys and hangars has really made me sad. I reflect on all the poor choices I have made and now I have no hangar and can't be annoyed by strangers wanting to berate my airplane of choice, which I also do not have.

...Maybe somebody will adopt me. :rolleyes:
I will berate you online for a small fee.
 
To wit: I have no idea how to apply a calibrated torque to this stupid little nut without removing the engine mount leg. I can barely get two of my sausage fingers in there. The calibrated elbow will need to serve, along with a stubby 12-point box end wrench, which i can barely fit by placing it diagonally and rocking it "forward" to end up over the nut. Eesh.

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I've on occasion used a box end wrench and a fish scale where the torque wrench wouldn't fit.
 
I've on occasion used a box end wrench and a fish scale where the torque wrench wouldn't fit.

And if you need more torque, add a piece of pipe over the wrench and hook the scale to the pipe.
 
I am not sure if "rude" and "Mooney" go together and I am certainly not suggesting that they go together.......however........I had a hangar neighbor (Mooney driver) who was never taught that there is a right way and a wrong way to taxi by an open hangar (mine), and rotate the plane for the "push in", WITHOUT prop blasting the neighbors (me) open hangar whilst the neighbor (me) is elbow deep in Jacobs engine stuff. In this case, instead of the clockwise turn he used, blasting me, my hat, my hairpiece, and nose cowling sitting on the floor......he could have actually THOUGHT about the issue at hand, and calculated that a counter clockwise turn would also get his tail feathers pointing at his hangar door while only blasting the airport perimeter fence. Of course, I have witnessed that same carelessness amongst young instructors in the neighborhood. Oh well....life is too short....like Jerry Seinfeld said....."People (pause) are the worse".
 
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I live next door to the avionics shop. These are really nice guys with a great reputation for their work and in the community in general.
The entitlement to the neighbors wasn't apparent until the third time I had to get out of my plane after arriving on a 3 to 4 hour trip, wait for hem to answer the door then ask m them to move a car or other piece of machinery so I could taxi by and put my plane up.

This frosts my ever loving nuts...

The first two times i was apologetic to have to ask but the third time I was 'abrupt'. These guys have now gone all passive aggressive on me...

Reminds me of back when there was a guy a couple of hangars down from me giving UL/LSA lessons. His hangar turned into a hangout for all of the UL/LSA guys. That was awesome. But all those old guys leaving parked cars all over the ramp got really old. The kicker was that there was a nice grassy area they could park in at the end of the hangar. I had to repeatedly ask people to move cars so I could get my airplane in/out. And again, it was very avoidable if they had used common sense.

The cherry on top was when I went over to the airport one weekday for a brief flight at lunchtime. <I was trying to squeeze in a flight in my hourish break.> The old fart/UL/LSA guys had met at the hangar and gone to lunch, leaving most of their vehicles parked on the ramp. There was a Crown Vic or some other ****mobile parked 4' outside my hangar, with the owner off at lunch wherever the hell they went.

I left a note under the windshield wiper that said something like "Your car is completely blocking my hangar door, so I didn't get to fly today. Thanks a lot."

I ultimately switched hangars to get away from that ongoing clusterpluck.
 
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I've on occasion used a box end wrench and a fish scale where the torque wrench wouldn't fit.
A digital scale, fish or otherwise, is very accurate. You can confirm its accuracy by measuring known objects.
I have done so as well, on less vital fasteners.
 
A digital scale, fish or otherwise, is very accurate. You can confirm its accuracy by measuring known objects.
I have done so as well, on less vital fasteners.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but a fish scale's reading would be a measure of the force applied at a given point along the arm (wrench), and not even remotely a measurement of torque applied at the bolt or nut. Should I assume we are talking about converting that reading into actual.torque via measurement of the arm length at contact point? If that was obvious to every one else, please forgive my ignorance...
 
Correct me if I'm wrong, but a fish scale's reading would be a measure of the force applied at a given point along the arm (wrench), and not even remotely a measurement of torque applied at the bolt or nut. Should I assume we are talking about converting that reading into actual.torque via measurement of the arm length at contact point? If that was obvious to every one else, please forgive my ignorance...
Yeah, you have to mark the wrench 12" from the center of action.
Or some other distance (and apply some math) if you can't do 12" for some reason.
 
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Correct me if I'm wrong, but a fish scale's reading would be a measure of the force applied at a given point along the arm (wrench), and not even remotely a measurement of torque applied at the bolt or nut. Should I assume we are talking about converting that reading into actual.torque via measurement of the arm length at contact point? If that was obvious to every one else, please forgive my ignorance...

Ft lbs. If your wrench is 1 foot long, and you put 5 lbs of force 1 foot from the bolt, you have applied 5 ft pounds of torque. If you use a cheater and apply 5 pounds of force 2 feet from the bolt you have applied 10 ft lbs of torque, 3 feet, 15 ft lbs.
 
Correct me if I'm wrong, but a fish scale's reading would be a measure of the force applied at a given point along the arm (wrench), and not even remotely a measurement of torque applied at the bolt or nut. Should I assume we are talking about converting that reading into actual.torque via measurement of the arm length at contact point?
Yes, of course.
 
Thanks...yeah, I know how the math works,but when folks don't mention it I get nervous for the folks who don't.
 
I wish I had a hangar.

My tie-down neighbors are nice. But we are all really sad inside because we wish we were in hangars and not tied to the ramp with frayed ropes. In 3-5 years I will maybe be able to be rude to other hangar neighbors. The wait is about 3-5 years. Sigh. Three. To. Five. Years.
 
So I am pleased to report this story has a happy resolution.

I had a prepurchase inspection scheduled for this morning, and it was part of why I desperately wanted my Baron able to taxi away under its own steam. Asking the FBO for a 3/4 mile tug out and back and on the active taxiway is a large ask and one likely to result in similarly large fees eventually. They have been gracious so far, but there are limits, and I prefer not to over-use my favor points.

Weather delayed the prebuy this morning, and this allowed me a scramble to create Baronus Mostly Intactus, and it was taxiied to the FBO with 15 minutes to spare. Starter adapter worked great. Calibrated elbow was on point, but the fish scale trick is hot liquid wisdom and may be applied ex post facto. And certainly in the future with gusto. I may notch a set of 7/16, 1/2 and 9/16 wrenches at the 12" point to accomodate this pro tip.

After doing my plane relocation, flirting with the FBO girls, and returning to my hangar to clean and prepare -- wouldn't you know it -- my Mooney friend taxiied back in from shooting an approach in some hideous 200/4500RVR weather, a most impressive feat in itself.

I sauntered over and engaged in a hangar bull sesh. I opened with my apology for being a doos yesterday evening. He graciously noted that my blaring music in the hangar should have been a context clue that I was "in the zone" and he said he completely understood. Not to be outdone, I complimented his 231 and its sweet paint job. Maybe we are not BFFs yet, but now we know one another's names and we will likely be waving at one another from now on. And he may now feel free to sample and borrow from my extensive tools, jacks, doodads, jigs, and hardware. And I may sample backwards-attached rudders perhaps, should the need arise. Or maybe I can borrow his F150 truck one day. A dude can dream. This is how bromances form.

Balance has been restored to the force. I feel cleansed of my having put the 'ass' in Ambassadorship, Karma freshened, and perhaps I will hesitate a little bit extra next time I am throwing elbows and F bombs at my plane and someone pokes their dozy head in the door to chat. After all, anyone can fly, but the telling of proper hangar lies are a sublime skill worth refining at every rare opportunity.

...or maybe I will troll him, proseal a shiny quarter to the taxiway and see if that Mooney stereotype is true. Heh heh. :D
 
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So I am pleased to report this story has a happy resolution.

I had a prepurchase inspection scheduled for this morning, and it was part of why I desperately wanted my Baron able to taxi away under its own steam. Asking the FBO for a 3/4 mile tug out and back and on the active taxiway is a large ask and one likely to result in similarly large fees eventually. They have been gracious so far, but there are limits, and I prefer not to over-use my favor points.

Weather delayed the prebuy this morning, and this allowed me a scramble to create Baronus Mostly Intactus, and it was taxiied to the FBO with 15 minutes to spare. Starter adapter worked great. Calibrated elbow was on point, but the fish scale trick is hot liquid wisdom and may be applied ex post facto. And certainly in the future with gusto. I may notch a set of 7/16, 1/2 and 9/16 wrenches at the 12" point to accomodate this pro tip.

After doing my plane relocation, flirting with the FBO girls, and returning to my hangar to clean and prepare -- wouldn't you know it -- my Mooney friend taxiied back in from shooting an approach in some hideous 200/4500RVR weather, a most impressive feat in itself.

I sauntered over and engaged in a hangar bull sesh. I opened with my apology for being a doos yesterday evening. He graciously noted that my blaring music in the hangar should have been a context clue that I was "in the zone" and he said he completely understood. Not to be outdone, I complimented his 231 and its sweet paint job. Maybe we are not BFFs yet, but now we know one another's names and we will likely be waving at one another from now on. And he may now feel free to sample and borrow from my extensive tools, jacks, doodads, jigs, and hardware. And I may sample backwards-attached rudders perhaps, should the need arise. Or maybe I can borrow his F150 truck one day. A dude can dream. This is how bromances form.

Balance has been restored to the force. I feel cleansed of my having put the 'ass' in Ambassadorship, Karma freshened, and perhaps I will hesitate a little bit extra next time I am throwing elbows and F bombs at my plane and someone pokes their dozy head in the door to chat. After all, anyone can fly, but the telling of proper hangar lies are a sublime skill worth refining at every rare opportunity.

...or maybe I will troll him, proseal a shiny quarter to the taxiway and see if that Mooney stereotype is true. Heh heh. :D
Who are you, and what have you done with Schmookeeg?
 
I was about to say the same thing. You've softened up Mike! In a good way.
 
Last week. It's 27 degrees F. The heater is unplugged, the engine is cooling down, I've just spent 10 minutes on the J3 pre-start ritual.
I reach in, turn off the fuel, go mags hot, and reach forward to grab the prop to start it.
There is a guy standing there. "What do you think you are doing?"
Me: "I'm trying to start the plane."
Him: "Why don't you just use the starter?"
Me: "I am."
Him: "Oh. Why are you pulling it backwards." (I actually had to think on this because English can be so imprecise.)
Me "I'm not."
Him: "Of course you are."
Me "Have you ever flown a Cub?" "No." "Have you ever propped an airplane of any kind." "No, but I've seen it done and you always stand in front and stick your leg out and pull down."
Me: "Clear the prop." One pull. Ignition. "What? I can't hear you." Turn on the fuel, hop in.
The rest of the day was wonderful.
 
Our dog is a little barky too. For the most part I leave people alone when wrenching on their planes.

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This happens to us quite a bit in our shop. People will come by and ask things such as "is that compressor running on "house juice" which means electricity. It takes away time from what we are doing but you have to have an equal balance of talking to people (which broadens our customer base) and continue to work until they get the hint that it isn't a good idea to chat right now. I'm getting increasingly dumbfounded as to how many pilots do not know their airplane and how it works and what it looks like when something is wrong. I'm talking about basic stuff such as what to look for on a pre-flight.
 
I am pretty outgoing, but also make sure I don't interrupt a pilot during pre-flight or someone working in the hangar that I don't know. Have had several occasions that someone just needed an extra couple of fingers to hold something and they were very appreciative.

I did have a run-in with a very rude pilot just after getting my PPL years ago. I landed Ruidoso NM and was awaiting the fuel truck. He had completed his pre-flight so I asked the terrible question, "Where'd you fly in from" ... which was met with an ugly look and no response. I got the message .... and he departed ...

While fueling, the lineman indicated the guy was a complete A-hole with them also, and on cue we could hear a radio transmission requesting if there were emergency vehicles at the field ... "Mr Personality" was smelling smoke in the cockpit and wanted the truck rolled, which required the lineman to leave me and start up the fire truck. During landing, he pranged/removed the nose gear on his 182 ... the "smell" was oil he spilled in the engine compartment. I have a photo of "his accident" from the air ....
 
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