True Confessions - Share your shame

I will say that the Red Hot Chili Pipers (that's not a typo) put on an awesome high energy show.
 
My grandfather loved bagpipes. He would never talk about landing on the beaches at D-Day and his subsequent time there, but one of the few things he did relate was that he loved hearing the sound of bagpipes because back then it meant to him that reinforcements were on the way.
I’m not sure which would be more demoralizing to the opposing lines knowing it meant that your side’s reinforcements have arrived, bagpipes or banjos..
 
I once landed at a towered field outside of tower hours, but during daylight.
Then, found out that the FBO was closed as well, the restaurant also closed and nobody at the firehouse hangar.
So, no where to take a leak. I ended up opening the Cherokee's baggage door, faked I was looking for something, crouched and peed under the fuselage... Not my proudest moment.
 
I suck at using my left hand.


To work the throttle,prop, and mixture when I sit right seat.
 
I once posted a question for a friend on POA, only it wasn’t really for a friend.

Second confession…

I once landed at an airport where the tower and FBO were both closed, the gate code I had been given on a prior visit didn’t work, and the number posted at the FBO led to a no-human-option endless phone menu. We considered driving one of the airside-parked SUVs through the gate (which we hoped would simply open for them) or climbing the dangerous-looking fence and trying to land softly on a baggage cart, but ended up going through a variety of unlocked doors, memorizing whiteboard contents, looking for keys, and so on until we found, behind an unlocked hangar, a man gate in the fence where some of the whiteboard contents in another building ended up being the combination to open it and escape.

The whole experience made the escape room we did with family a few days later seem rather humdrum: more difficult but substantially lower stakes.
 
Second confession…

I once landed at an airport where the tower and FBO were both closed, the gate code I had been given on a prior visit didn’t work, and the number posted at the FBO led to a no-human-option endless phone menu. We considered driving one of the airside-parked SUVs through the gate (which we hoped would simply open for them) or climbing the dangerous-looking fence and trying to land softly on a baggage cart, but ended up going through a variety of unlocked doors, memorizing whiteboard contents, looking for keys, and so on until we found, behind an unlocked hangar, a man gate in the fence where some of the whiteboard contents in another building ended up being the combination to open it and escape.

The whole experience made the escape room we did with family a few days later seem rather humdrum: more difficult but substantially lower stakes.
Here's a trick that I've used that you may want to have in your arsenal for the next time:

Find a vehicle gate. If it has an Exit button you can push, you're golden. If it doesn't, or if the Exit button doesn't work, that's 'cuz they have a sensor for the vehicles. You don't need to "steal" an actual vehicle: You can fool the vehicle sensor by finding a fuel truck with a (metal) ladder on it. Hold the ladder perpendicular to your direction of travel, as low to the ground as you can, and walk towards the gate, and it'll trip the sensor and open the gate.
 
Find a vehicle gate. If it has an Exit button you can push, you're golden. If it doesn't, or if the Exit button doesn't work, that's 'cuz they have a sensor for the vehicles.
That's not true at my airport. You must enter a code for a vehicle to exit. There's a keypad on both sides of all 3 gates. At least 2 other airports I've landed, you must talk to the FBO to exit by car via one of the intercoms on both sides of the gate.
 
Find a vehicle gate. If it has an Exit button you can push, you're golden. If it doesn't, or if the Exit button doesn't work, that's 'cuz they have a sensor for the vehicles. You don't need to "steal" an actual vehicle: You can fool the vehicle sensor by finding a fuel truck with a (metal) ladder on it. Hold the ladder perpendicular to your direction of travel, as low to the ground as you can, and walk towards the gate, and it'll trip the sensor and open the gate.
That's not true at my airport. You must enter a code for a vehicle to exit. There's a keypad on both sides of all 3 gates. At least 2 other airports I've landed, you must talk to the FBO to exit by car via one of the intercoms on both sides of the gate.
Ours requires an airport-issued special key for entry or exit.
 
Ours requires an airport-issued special key for entry or exit.
That's the kind I was up against in the story. Although I have also been temporarily stymied leaving airports thanks to the gate sensor not detecting my motorcycle a time or two. Life is really hard sometimes.
 
I trained in a high wing.

I may never live it down.

I trained in a high wing and also a low wing. However, my first solo was in the 172. My first airplane was a cherokee
 
I might not be as ambidextrous as I thought - I can't snap my fingers with my left hand.
 
I have both "Ice, Ice, Baby" and "Mmmbop" on my phone. And I never skip either one when it pops up on shuffle play.
 
Today, I suffered the greatest humiliation a man can suffer. Outside the bedroom.

In 1971 my dad taught me to change the oil in the ancient tractor he had. It was simple with the drain plug on the bottom of the oil pan which was very easy to get to. The major hurdle was it had a canister filter so it was important to make sure the ''O'' ring was removed and replaced with the new one instead of putting the new ''O'' ring over the old one.

After a few oil changes, my dad had me changing the oil in his truck and moms car. Every 3000 miles. Not 3000.1 miles, but EVERY 3000 miles. I have been changing the oil in our vehicles ever since that time.

Well, as most here know, I had a fall last April and really got beat up. Now my wife says I am getting old and now she won't let me do certain things, like get up on the roof, or lay down on the floor to get under furniture or appliances or get under a vehicle.

So today, for the first time in over 50 years, I had the oil changed at a quick oil change place.

I am so ashamed...
 
Today, I suffered the greatest humiliation a man can suffer. Outside the bedroom.

In 1971 my dad taught me to change the oil in the ancient tractor he had. It was simple with the drain plug on the bottom of the oil pan which was very easy to get to. The major hurdle was it had a canister filter so it was important to make sure the ''O'' ring was removed and replaced with the new one instead of putting the new ''O'' ring over the old one.

After a few oil changes, my dad had me changing the oil in his truck and moms car. Every 3000 miles. Not 3000.1 miles, but EVERY 3000 miles. I have been changing the oil in our vehicles ever since that time.

Well, as most here know, I had a fall last April and really got beat up. Now my wife says I am getting old and now she won't let me do certain things, like get up on the roof, or lay down on the floor to get under furniture or appliances or get under a vehicle.

So today, for the first time in over 50 years, I had the oil changed at a quick oil change place.

I am so ashamed...
 
So today, for the first time in over 50 years, I had the oil changed at a quick oil change place.

I am so ashamed...

Don't be ashamed of being smart. I change oil in a lot of my equipment but my truck came with a deal for them to do it while rotating the tires and driving it through the carwash. The price is reasonable and I'm getting spoiled ... ;)
 
Don't be ashamed of being smart. I change oil in a lot of my equipment but my truck came with a deal for them to do it while rotating the tires and driving it through the carwash. The price is reasonable and I'm getting spoiled ... ;)
I always changed oil on my 4WDs (except when the dealership gave me 2-3 oil changes "free" with purchase). But the Corvette, I had no way to get that up on ramps, and I don't have a lift, so that got taken in every time.
 
"admit nothing, deny everything, make counter-accusations"

I like stale Cheetos
 
I always changed oil on my 4WDs (except when the dealership gave me 2-3 oil changes "free" with purchase). But the Corvette, I had no way to get that up on ramps, and I don't have a lift, so that got taken in every time.

Similar here. I did my own oil changes for years, but for several of my cars that meant jacking up both sides and placing jack stands under them, since I couldn't get them on ramps. Now days, it's just not worth the time and hassle to me, so I use a quick-lube sort of place.
 
Similar here. I did my own oil changes for years, but for several of my cars that meant jacking up both sides and placing jack stands under them, since I couldn't get them on ramps. Now days, it's just not worth the time and hassle to me, so I use a quick-lube sort of place.
I may have done this in college
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...except with a taller curb and a spare tire backing up the scissor jack.
 
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