64Wing
路Did it cartwheel? - glad your were all ok
I made it out the door first. Immediately told the pilot, "mags off! Master off!" I climbed onto the wing, opened the door, and found the ol' boy kinda slumped over; conscious but dazed. His hands were bleeding and he had a good shiner on his head. I pulled the mixture and throttle out, reached over him and shut the mags and master off. Then I instructed him to remove his seatbelt to see if he was coherent and could follow a basic command. He did slowly. I threw some books and junk into the backseat that were going to impede him getting out.
The saddest part was when he said, "I guess I can't sell it now..." I could tell he was really beat up emotionally over it all. I walked him inside, to the wash basin and had him wash up his hands & provided him some basic bandages. Then I made sure he sat the hell down and had our office manager watch him while I went to sort out the fuel leak.
The airport manager came over promptly and already had fire & ems rolling. The guy that showed up in the ambulance was an old schoolmate of mine (small town). The county mounty that showed up was a former acquaintance from years ago too.
Holy crap! Glad no one was hurt.
We have a pretty dark and relentless humor in our shop. The airport manager, whom I've known for years, even remarked, "man, you guys have some dark senses of humor about this stuff." To which I replied, "Matt, we have to! This turned out really well, all things considered. Besides those doors needed replaced anyway!"
All in a day's work, right? 馃槤