Monday, January 30, 2012

Post Crash Syndrome

A major aircraft crash with the corresponding loss of life and property is truly a tragedy of epic proportions. Even if the passengers are all lawyers, there is still the tragic loss of an aircraft and the non-lawyer crew members. Fortunately aviation has an excellent safety record and these horrendous events are rare. Not as rare are the many minor aviation accidents that are analogous to a fender-bender in the automobile world. In between these extremes are the incidents where the aircraft and property are destroyed or severely damaged but there are no fatalities or serious injuries.
When these major damage incidents or the fender-bender type occur with a non-professional pilot, the worse damage is usually to the pilot's pride or ego. If a legitimate mechanical failure or extreme act of nature can be blamed, the pilot can spin the story to make him/herself a hero. If the cause was strictly a lapse of judgment or piloting error, it is helpful to try and create an illusion of mechanical failure before the NTSB (National Transportation Safety Board) or FAA get involved. Weather phenomena are more difficult to create although wind shear is a good one if the terrain favors it and no accurate measurements are available for the moment the incident occurred. I know firsthand of an incident where a Cessna 182 wheel barrowed (nose wheel hit the ground before the main landing gear wheels) when landing on a very short grass runway. The prop contacted the ground and was damaged.  There is an 80 foot hill at the approach end of the runway. The airport sages witnessing the incident immediately began discussing the severe wind shear that was caused by the hill at the end of the runway. The FAA and the insurance adjuster bought the story so I  er I mean the pilot involved wasn't going to argue with them. They didn't seem interested in the fact the CG was at the forward limit (or just a tad out of the legal envelope) and the nose gear oleo strut was completely flat.
Most military aircraft are designed to operate in a hostile environment where they can literally be shot out of the air. Because of this, military air crew always have parachutes or the aircraft is equipped with some type of ejection seat or capsule. In peacetime operations, these escape devices are used when the aircraft encounters some type of situation where the crew cannot safely remain in the aircraft. Of course the aircraft eventually has to hit the ground somewhere. The military is usually very quick to find and secure these crash sites. The Department of Defense has admitted a few instances where the aircraft was actually carrying nuclear bombs or warheads. Almost all military aircraft, even cargo haulers, have some classified equipment on board that shouldn't show up in a local pawn shop after souvenir hunters have processed the crash site. Even if there were no National Security concerns, the military and it's vendors are very concerned about finding the cause of the crash.
C-54 Skymaster in flight.
Sometimes humor is the best medicine to offset the complex emotions that a pilot deals with after escaping a situation that could easily have been fatal. I was working part time for a large freight airline. One morning the base agent called before dawn to inform me that one of our C-54's had crashed in the trees about two miles short of the runway. I lived very close to the crash site and he wanted me to meet him there as quickly as I could. Then he made a strange request. He wanted to know if I had any dark colored house paint. My father was a building contractor and I assured him that I could obtain some quickly since the stores were closed at this hour of the morning. He told me to get the paint and a big brush and meet him at the crash site as quickly as I could. It only took me about ten minutes to get dressed and get some dark blue paint and a brush out of my Dad's storage shed in the backyard.
Five minutes later I was driving on a farm path up towards the flat top of a plateau of about two or three acres area. About the same time I saw the State Trooper car blocking my path I saw through the morning mist the vertical tail section of the C-54 sitting at an odd angle. The base agent came running up to the car and beckoned for me to follow him with the bucket of paint and the brush. He just ignored the cop asking him what he was going to do. There was already a short section of ladder leaning against the tail. While I watched in disbelief, he took the paint and brush and climbed up the ladder and quickly painted over the company name of the freight airline. The cop was shouting at him that he was going to have to arrest him but didn't do anything to stop him from moving the ladder to the other side of tail and painting over the name on that side also. Then the base agent walked up to the cop and said, "Thanks, you can put on the handcuffs now".
It was then that I realized that the pilot and copilot were sitting in the company van that he had used to bring the ladder to the crash scene. From the back seat of the cop car, he instructed me to take the crew to the emergency room to be checked over and then bring them to the base office at the airport. He seemed confident that he would be there and not in jail. I later learned that obscuring the company name was the highest priority the base agent had in a crash if there were no injuries. It must be done before the news people showed up and started taking pictures. Those pictures got saved as file photos and could come back and create bad PR for the airline years after the incident.
The crew was in great shape and suggested we get breakfast instead of going to the emergency room. I was afraid of getting into trouble so we agreed to do both. After breakfast and several hours in the emergency room, we arrived back at the airport about noon. By this time, the airline owners and the various representatives of the government had all arrived at the airport and were sitting around a long makeshift table hastily set up in a corner of the cargo building. I had gotten acquainted with the crew during our time together. The pilot was a jolly, heavy set guy with a bushy mustache and had logged thousands of hours in the left seat of a C-54 including participating in the famous Berlin Airlift. The copilot was on his first C-54 flight for the airline. The pilot was completely calm and the copilot was as fidgety as a woman of the evening at a Woman's Temperance League meeting.
An airport fireman was waiting to meet us when we arrived. He escorted us to the area where the conference table was set up. The pilot stopped and surveyed the situation for a moment. All the dignitaries' eyes were fixed upon him. He cleared his throat, looked at the trembling copilot and spoke in a loud stentorian voice. "I told you to wake me up when it was time to land!"
And that's the truth!
Bowinkle T. Propwash

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Saved by the Potty Break

In 1959 Piper Aircraft began selling the 250 HP version of the popular light twin-engine PA-23 Apache. The official designation of the aircraft was PA-23-250 but Piper decided to give this version a new "Indian" name – the Aztec. Almost all Piper aircraft have a name related to North or South American Indian culture. Some of the most popular are the Cherokee, Comanche, Navaho, Pawnee, Seneca and many more. Some such as the Warrior, Chief and the famous Cub are not names of tribes but are derived from Indian culture. There were a few aircraft like the Pacer and the Tri-Pacer that didn't follow the Indian name tradition
Aztec in flight.
The Aztec soon became a very popular airplane and it was manufactured until 1982 with many improvements made during that time. Over 4000 were produced in total and many were exported. It was a very popular aircraft for Part 135 Air Taxi operators because it had a large cabin that held 5 passengers for VFR (Visual Flight Rules) flights and 4 passengers for flights when a copilot was required. The passenger seats were easily removed to allow the hauling of cargo. Many operators that had been using the less powerful and smaller cabin Apache upgraded to the Aztec and kept their Apaches for multiengine trainers. From the early 1950's up into the 1990's, more pilots probably got their AMEL (airplane multiengine land) rating in an Apache that any other type of airplane.
I was learning to fly and working as a line boy for a Piper dealer in 1959. We had a big air taxi operation and used the Piper Apache for many of our trips. Ours were the early 150 hp models and had very poor single-engine performance when they had close to gross weight loading. There was an old joke - What is an Apache widow? The answer was – A woman that was married to a pilot that had a engine failure while taking off in an Apache with a passenger on board. They performed great on one engine if nobody was in them except a test pilot like Tex Johnson or Chuck Yeager. With both engines running, they were docile, stable and easy to fly. I would hate to guess how many times they have been flown by people that didn't have a multi-engine rating. Of course I never did something like that, but I do recall a few times when an Apache needed to get moved to a nearby airport and a multiengine rated pilot didn't happen to be around. I've been told that any person with some experience in complex singles could jump in an Apache and feel right at home as long as both engines kept running.
Now I'll get back to the story. We had sold Aztecs to two local doctors but neither had been delivered yet. On the night of this story, I had never seen a real Aztec before. About 4:30AM as I was returning to the hanger from the employee coffee shop, I was surprised to see a twin engine aircraft parked on the ramp in front of our office door. I knew it was an Aztec from all the publicity photos I had seen. My first thought was that Piper had delivered one of the doctor's airplanes. The airplane was empty and so was our office. The missing pilot mystery was quickly solved when a man in his early 40's came out of the men's room. He explained that he was delivering the brand new Aztec to a customer at an airport about 35 miles north. His bladder capacity was insufficient to continue to fly comfortably so he decided to land and relieve himself.
We were a large volume fuel dealer because we had some airline fueling contracts. Because of that, out fuel prices were lower that any of the FBO's in the area. It was this dealer's policy to always deliver a new airplane to the customer with full fuel tanks. Since our prices were so favorable, he asked me to fill up the main and auxiliary tanks. He would top them off at the destination with the more expensive fuel.
Our old Apaches held 72 gallons but I wasn't sure how much the Aztec would hold. It would certainly be more because of the larger, more powerful engines. I was a bit surprised when I looked at the meter and saw that it had taken a little more than 141 gallons to fill up all the tanks. I returned to the office and wrote out the invoice for the pilot to sign. I asked him how much fuel the airplane could hold because I had put in almost twice as much as our Apaches held.
The pilot gasped. You must have read the meter wrong. The airplane only holds 144 gallons and the Pilot Operation Handbook says that only 140 gallons are useable. I should have run out of fuel taxiing up to the hanger ramp. If I didn't have to use the restroom, I wouldn't even have landed here. Let's double check that meter reading!
We walked out to the fuel pump together. The pump meter had been calibrated and certified accurate only 3 days before. I shined my flash light on the dials for him to see. We always rounded to the nearest whole gallon when we sold over a hundred gallons. The numbers were 0141.1.
And that's the truth!
Bowinkle T. Propwash   

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Positive Identification

One of the oldest and most intense college football rivalries is between the University of Tennessee Volunteers in Knoxville, Tennessee and the University of Kentucky Wildcats in Lexington, Kentucky. The teams traditionally schedule the contest for the last game of the regular season and alternate locations. The tradition started in the nineteenth century and the 2011 game was the 106th game in the series. Tennessee hold a large lead in the number of wins but it is usually an exciting game in spite of the team's performance the rest of the season. In Lexington, a win over Tennessee makes it a winning season even if every other game is lost. Getting beat by Tennessee means a losing season; even if every other game is won.
When the Volunteers came to Lexington's Stoll Field for the 1953 game, they hadn't lost a game to Kentucky since 1935 although there had been two tie games. It was a nippy late November afternoon with a bright blue cloudless sky; a perfect day for football. To add to the excitement, the rumor (true) was already circulating that this would be the last regular season game for Kentucky head coach, Paul "Bear" Bryant. As the final minutes of the game clock ticked away, it seemed all 35,000 spectators were still glued to their seats in the stands because the big mechanical scoreboard read Kentucky 27 and Tennessee 20. When the final second ticked off the clock, it is reported that people on Main Street (three blocks away) heard the shout that rose from the stadium.
Hearing the cheers on Main Street may be an exaggeration, but another noise was heard that was not mistakable. As soon as the Kentucky players on the bench rushed to the middle of the field to congratulate their team mates, they instinctively ducked as a deafening roar and a swift shadow moved over the field. A World War II era P-51 Mustang fighter plane swooped out of the western sky and flew directly over the playing field. Witnesses reported that the wing tips only cleared the top of the goal posts by a few inches. People in the top rows of the stadium reported looking down at the airplane; not up at its belly. The aircraft disappeared to the east and then returned to make another pass over the field. This time it made what is called a knife edge pass where the wings are perpendicular to the ground instead of parallel. I have talked to pilots that were in the stands that day that swear on their grandma's virtue that the wing tips went between the uprights; like an aircraft field goal. The demonstration ended with a maneuver called a victory roll performed at a reasonable altitude of a hundred feet or so.
For the non-aircraft person reading this, P-51's like the one in the photograph were not unusual in 1953. Over 15,000 were manufactured during the World War II years and thousands of pilots were trained to fly them. They also were used in Korea and many reserve outfits still flew them in 1953 including one in Louisville, Kentucky only 80 miles away. Several were purchased as military surplus and flown as business and pleasure aircraft. Many persons that were pilots in the military had no desire to make flying their vocation after the war, but they still enjoyed flying as a means of personal and business transport. Today there are over 200 of them still registered in the US. Any major air show will feature a whole row of them.
At first most people assumed the fly by was done by the military at the request of the University, but those who knew anything about aircraft realized the paint scheme was civilian. None of the fraternities took credit for it so that possibility was ruled out. I'm sure 34,998 of the people in the stands thought it was a great finale to a great college football game. There are always one or two in the crowd that think that rules must be enforced all of the time; even when there is a good reason to break them like winning a football game. Because of these one or two folks, the FAA had to be notified and attempt to find this phantom aircraft and pilot. After all. a few FAA regulations had been bent fairly severely in the presence of 35,000 witnesses.
What follows is sheer speculation because I have not spoken to anyone privy to the FAA response. Buzz jobs at fairs, football games, and other outdoor venues were not all that rare in those years when the war was still fresh in everyone's memories. But a smart pilot only made one pass! Chances were that everyone would be too surprised to get the registration number off of the aircraft. In this case, after three passes, the aircraft was easily identified as one based at a small airport about 30 miles from Lexington. The owner's name was widely reported in the news the next day. It was quickly discovered that the owner was vacationing in Florida, so the aircraft was being flown by another pilot. Three other pilots were identified that occasionally flew the aircraft. All three had military combat experience in the type. I can just guess what the FAA investigator was facing.
FAA: Mr. Jones, were you flying N-12335 on November 21?
Mr. Jones: I can't remember.
FAA: Can you check your log book?
Mr. Jones: Oh sure. Let's see, here it is. I remember now. I flew over to Lexington and made a  few low passes over the football stadium.
If you believe that, I have some ocean front property in Arizona to show you.
Kentucky went to a post season bowl game and the buzz job was temporarily forgotten. I am guessing, that was OK with the FAA also. They were located at Bowman Field in Louisville and most of the staff were probably Kentucky football fans.
The story would end here except that in January, 1954 a newspaper reporter writing a recap of the 1953 football season mentioned the air show that Colonel Smith (fictitious name) put on after the Tennessee game. I have been told that he received a call from the FAA asking about his means of identifying the mystery pilot. He replied, "Shucks that weren't no problem. He's well known around here. I was up in the press box at the stadium and I could see his face plain as day when he flew by."
And that's the truth!
Bowinkle T. Propwash

Friday, January 13, 2012

A Runway Too Long

There is an old saying in the flying community that the two most worthless commodities to an airplane pilot are altitude above and runway behind. Some airline pilots have added a third – married stewardesses that are faithful to their husbands.

Aviation lore abounds with stories about short runway feats. Most ex-military pilots have probably heard some variation of the story about the cadet that got lost on his first cross-county solo flight. Rather than run out of fuel and make a dead stick emergency landing, he made a precautionary landing in a farm field. The owner of the field informed him that he was only a few miles from the airbase. The cadet hitch-hiked back to the base and sheepishly informed his instructor that he had left Uncle Sam's airplane in a farm field. After an appropriate chewing out and reaming of a certain orifice of the cadet's anatomy, two experienced instructor pilots flew out to farm field with a 5 gallon Jerry can of fuel. The idea was for them to land and one of them to fly the aircraft the cadet had landed back to the base. When they flew over the field where the cadet had safely landed, they agreed that the field was too short to make a safe landing and a take-off was certainly out of the question. They returned to the airbase and sent mechanics to the field to dismantle the aircraft and truck it home.
Another story that I have heard concerns a military flight operation also. The event allegedly occurred at the Middlesboro, Kentucky airport during the Eisenhower administration. The sole runway at this airport is between two mountains. Natives call them hills, but they look like mountains to a flatlander. It is not at right angles to the hills; it runs from the base of one hill to the other. Every approach is sliding down the hill to the threshold and every departure is climbing at a rate sufficient to get over the hill or making a turn to avoid hitting it. The prevailing wind is down the valley between the hills so a cross wind is the normal condition. The story is that president Eisenhower flew into Middlesboro to dedicate some Federal Facility. The regular Air Force One at that time was a beautiful VC-121E Lockheed Constellation called Columbine that can still be seen at National Air Force Museum in Dayton, Ohio. There was no way the 4-engined Connie could land at Middleboro. The story goes that the 4-engine rule for presidential transport was waived and Eisenhower flew to Middlesboro in an Air Force C-131D like the one in the photograph. Supposedly, after the landing, the Air Force flight crew refused to fly the aircraft out and it had to be dismantled and trucked out. I have hear this story from so many people that I have never bothered to verify it. I really doubt that Eisenhower actually flew in a twin-engine C-131D when he was president. It may had been a campaign visit before he was elected or a press plane or just a completely fabricated story that has been told so many times that no one questions it.
The story that I can vouch for is a reverse twist on the short field landing stories.  I was working at the FBO located on a medium sized airport in 1950's.  A lot of our business involved flight training and we used Cessna 120's for training planes. The airport was a controlled field so all the aircraft had VHF two-way radios. The technology then required a separate crystal (very expensive) for each frequency you wanted to transmit on. You could turn a crank to receive any frequency just like your old AM radios at home. Most of our trainers only had 4 crystals. One was for our tower, the other three were the universal frequencies for emergency, control tower and flight service stations.
A young man showed up one afternoon and inquired about flight instruction. His family had just moved into the area from Wyoming. He had already completed about half of the FAA requirements for a Private Pilot Certificate and wanted to complete his training. He had been flying a Luscombe Silvaire , so the transition to the Cessna 120's should be easy. The Cessna has a control wheel and the Luscombe a control stick but they are both tail draggers with similar flight characteristics. (Luscumbe owners – do not bomb my house – I said similar, not identical). One of our instructors flew with the young man and signed him off to solo the Cessna after a 45 minute ride. The radio procedures and long concrete runways didn't seem to give him any problem although he had not encountered either in Wyoming.
Soon the young man was ready to make a cross country solo flight to another controlled field about 80 miles away. The procedure then was for the student to land at the destination and have his log book signed to verify that he had really landed there. The young man took off and returned in about the right amount of time so the instructor didn't pay real close attention to the signature in the log book. A few days later, one of our air-taxi pilots flew a business man in one of the training planes to a tiny 800' runway airport near the airport the young man had supposedly flown to. Eight hundred feet is plenty of runway for anyone that has flown a Cessna 120 very much but we never let student pilots do cross country flights to that airport. The airport operator asked our air taxi pilot if the policy had changed since he had signed a log book for a student pilot a few days prior.
When the air taxi pilot returned, he confronted the student with this information. The student confessed that he was intimidated by the radio and long runways where he supposed to land. He saw the short grass runway and decided it was much less scary to land there.
And that's the truth!
Bowinkle T. Propwash

Monday, January 9, 2012

Sex and the Single Engine Aircraft

During any hanger flying session, after all the lies about daring piloting exploits have been recounted; the conversation invariably turns to lies about great feats of romance. Some of these tales of sex and aircraft have been repeated so many times that they have escaped the boundaries of the airport and entered the outside culture as bona-fide urban legends.
I have heard this particular story told at airports from Bar Harbor, Maine to San Diego, California and several other gatherings of liars located far from any airport. Of course, the story is always told by a person who knew personally or was related to the people in the story. Many of the details, like the type of the aircraft and purpose of the flight, vary but it is the same basic story.
The crux of the story is that a pilot fell to his death from a single engine aircraft because the aircraft inadvertently rolled upside down while he was engaged in an amorous exercise with a female passenger. For the story to have any credibility at all, the aircraft must be of a type that you could fall out of when it was flying upside down. The most prevalent version of the story is about the Globe Swift. This was a two-seat (side-by-side) single-engine aircraft introduced shortly after the end of World War II. Some called it a mini-fighter because it was a higher performance aircraft than the common two-seaters of that era and the canopy slid back just like some fighter planes. The picture shows a Swift with the canopy open. Other variations of the story use the Navion as the aircraft. The Navion was a four-seat aircraft that also had a sliding canopy. I heard at least one version where the airplane was an open cockpit biplane and the Don Juan pilot actually crawled (while in flight) out of his cockpit into the fair damsel's cockpit to assuage his libidinous cravings. By far the most creative variation involved a air show wing walking act. The husband pilot and his wing walking wife were deadheading between air shows. The wife climbed up on the wing and strapped herself to the special pylon so they could practice their act. The husband decided to surprise her with some high altitude romance and climbed up on the wing with her.
Besides the type of aircraft and the geographical location, there are three distinct versions of exactly what happened in the air and how it came about. The most common version that I have encountered is that a male pilot and a female passenger were just out for a pleasure flight and decided it would be nice to become better acquainted physically. Of course the pilot had to unfasten his seat belt and move over to the passenger's seat to do this. He opened the canopy for more maneuvering room. It was a warm sunny day and soon they were involved in getting to know one another better. A few unintentional nudges to the control yoke by the posterior portion of his anatomy caused the plane to roll upside down and gravity caused him to fall to his untimely death.
The second version is very similar, except the man was a flight instructor and the woman was taking a flying lesson. The instructor probably mentioned that he accepted payment for his services in other forms than checks or money orders. The student always sits in the left side (pilot) seat when taking a flying lesson. In this version, the instructor crawled from the passenger seat over to the pilot's seat. For some reason, flight instructors seem to tell this version of the story most often.
The third and least common version I've heard was that the woman was really an expert pilot herself and lured the man into the situation so she could murder him and make it look like a tragic accident.
Some versions have the aircraft crashing and the woman getting killed also. Others have the woman regaining control of the aircraft and making a safe landing. One thing all the variations have in common is the means by which it was determined that an act of physical intimacy was in progress. The stories originated long before DNA typing was discovered or CSI was heard of. But every one ends the story by stating the fact that when the unfortunate man's remains were recovered; he was found to be wearing a device that would only be worn if one had an amorous liaison on his mind.
In spite of all the variations of this story, there was probably some incident or close call that spawned this wonderful urban legend. From this every pilot can learn an important lesson. In a single-engine airplane with an open top canopy, safe sex means wearing a parachute.
And that's the truth!
Bowinkle T. Propwash

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Fuel Spill Causes

Today this story would have made the headlines with the EPA's paranoia about spilling a little a bit of fuel back into the ground it came out of in the first place. Before the EPA, single point pressure refueling systems and  astronomical fuel prices, spilling a few gallons of av gas on the ground was an everyday occurrence at almost any airport. If it was just a gallon or so, we just let it evaporate and forgot about it. It if was more than that, we would have the airport fire department interrupt their euchre game and come to the spill scene. They would usually flush the spilled gasoline into the closest storm drain and forget about it. If it was way out on the ramp and away from any building or aircraft, they would burn it off.

The outfit I worked for had exclusive fueling rights at this airport for all aircraft except the ones operated by the six airlines that had their own fueling facilities. The city closest to the airport had a National League Baseball franchise and this brought several charter flights to the airport during the baseball season. United Air Lines had a contract with a National League to provide transportation to all the teams except the Dodgers. Since United didn't regularly service the airport, our outfit provided fueling services to them.

One warm summer night, United had flown in a visiting team on a DC-6 and was dead heading out with the crew that consisted of a pilot, copilot, flight engineer and 2 stewardesses. Myself and an ex-Marine took the 100 octane fuel truck down to the aircraft to refuel it. They had parked the aircraft well away from the regular airline gate areas. We flipped a coin to see who worked the wing and who worked the ground. I lost the toss and stayed on the ground. The flight engineer met me as soon as we positioned the fuel truck under the wing and gave me the fuel loading. Then he went back up the boarding steps into the airplane. The ex-Marine drug the fuel hose up on the wing and we began the fueling process.

I need to explain the dead-man control so this story will make any sense to those readers that never fueled aircraft in that era. There was a concern that the person up on the wing would pass out from inhaling the gas fumes that escaped as the tank filled up. We pumped the fuel in pretty fast - between 200 and 300 gallons per minute. Every pumper truck was required to have a dead man control. This was a pneumatic control that you were supposed to hold in your left hand while handling the gasoline nozzle with your right hand. The idea was that if you passed out; you would lose your grip on the dead man valve and that would shut the pump off. In practice, the dead man control was never used except during an inspection or training session. In the real world, the dead man control stayed on the ground and a big wooden clothes pin was used to simulate a person holding it.

On this night the ex-Marine was up on the wing pumping in gas and the dead man control hanging on the side of the the fuel truck clamped with the big clothes pin. I was draining the various fuel system sumps to check for fuel contamination as the ground man was required to do. Suddenly, gasoline started pouring off the trailing edge of the left wing. The ex-Marine must has fainted! I ran for the dead man control and removed the clothes pin to stop the pump. We later estimated that about 100 gallons had been spilled.

When the gasoline has stopped flowing, I ran to the top of the boarding steps to see what was happening on top of the wing. I expected to see my partner passed out from fume inhalation. Instead he was staring intently into the aircraft cabin window. He had propped the fuel nozzle open - another old, but illegal, trick. My scream about the overflowing the tank brought his attention away from the window.

Then the aircraft boarding door opened and one of the stewardesses was standing there wearing nothing but a very very sheer see-through nightie. Soon the other one appeared behind her and she was dressed the same way. "We just couldn't wait to get out of those stuffy uniforms and into something more comfortable. Do you have the fuel bill ready for the flight engineer to sign?"

And that's the truth!

Bowinkle T. Propwash