We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A couple of years after the Gimli Glider made headlines, our family was travelling south to Disney Land via American Airlines (belated thanks to Mum & Dad). Our trip had a rather fraught start, beginning with our being told that we did NOT have reservations, though I had phoned and confirmed the week before. After another phone call (good old payphones), the check-in desk said that, yes, we did have reservations but could not be seated together. Fine, said I, spouse and I will take the two seats together and you can spread the young'uns wherever (three under nine). So they finally did manage to seat the five of us all in one row (heaven knows who found him/herself suddenly moved) but with a couple of seatmates. Then there was a further delay and we watched with fascination as crews were using a very long dipstick to measure the fuel in the tank on the wing near us. Spouse took the opportunity of this happening to quite blithely mention the Gimli Glider and the problems with switching between Imperial and metric measurements. Rather suspect this was far more information than our seatmate either needed or wanted.
Nice video. I think that the aircraft was known as the "Ginly Glider".
Years ago, i was on a commercial transport that side slipped into the old Denver airport to beat a storm front. Exciting to say the least. We beat the storm and I avoided a long ride from the alternate airport.
Several years after this incident, I flew home to Edmonton from Montreal. In those days you could visit the cockpit and I did so. I mentioned that I was a glider pilot, the the crew both laughed that "Their luck was holding out"!
Turns out I was on the "Gimli Glider", and the pilot was in fact the former co-pilot! Of course he was not a glider pilot, and he laughingly said he hoped they would not have to call me up to the cockpit on this flight!
As soon as they said the fueling process involved converting weight to volume, and that the fuel ran out about halfway through a long flight, I knew the problem was going to be kilograms/lbs., just as the Mars lander crashed because of km/miles.
I'm a little surprised no one noticed that the re-fueling took only half the time it usually does. That might draw attention in a way completely unrelated to the technical problem of calculating the right amount of fuel, for people focusing on how to get through the day on schedule.
I spent most of yesterday crocheting while binge-watching air disaster YouTubes.
I remember reading about this after it happened, but never understood or appreciated what an incredibly difficult task it was for the pilot to get the plane's velocity down and onto a survivable glide path.
It took a string of errors and oversights for the plane to run out of fuel.
It took a string of miracles for the pilot to get the plane down safely, not the least of which was having a pilot on board with glider experience who could pull off that side-slip in a 150+ton airliner. Amazing story.