They were loud, fast and awesome. It was a pilots airplane from beginning to end IMO.
Ground crew likes them too. Big doors, stand up bays, way easier to load than say, a damned MD-80, working in a long tube with your knees up around your ears trying to lift things.
Wasn't a fan of us being in charge of reconnecting the nose wheel steering after each pushback. Always thought there was some significant possibility of human error there.
I can't mess with the silly air strut on a Cessna without a mechanic's sign off, but I could be the last and only person to hook the nose gear steering back up on a 72 after we pushed it and leave the pin unlatched or partially so.
Also had to put the rear air stair down as a tail stand or bad things could happen.
Liked the 72 as a ramp rat. Hated the Long Beach Death Tube. 73 was somewhere in between. Anything large enough to load via cargo containers and not by hand was of course, liked even more.
If you were by yourself when a 72 arrived, you could chock it on both sides by just walking under. No engines on the wings to eat you, plenty of room not to bump your head.
The Mad Dog, you had to walk all the way around the nose, and the 73 you had to stay the hell away from whichever engine was turning.
I watched guys walk under the 73 in a crouch from the shut down side to the mains on the other side to chock them, but I didn't really like being even that close to the running engine.
I only did that a few times when something was jacked up and the aircraft both couldn't receive ground power properly and couldn't get the APU started. Would just go under there and get the chocks in so we could get to work. Mechanics would be there shortly to figure out WTF was wrong with the airplane.
Usually I'd just wait.
The 72 wasted the least amount of my time as a narrow body on the ramp. Easy to access, easy to load, easy to push back because it was longer and less squirrely on the tug buy not as long as the Death Tube which took a lot of space to swing it into the aisle, better lighting in the bays at night. Etc. etc. etc.
And back then I'd look through the routes to see which flights I could take places as a non-Rev had a 72 running that route because the seats and seat pitch/size were still divine. People freak out now about others reclining of all silly things. You could decline in the 72 and not touch anyone and be asleep the second the wheels hit the wells.