All excellent stories. I have never posted here before, but couldn't pass on this topic! From '92-'95 I flew SF-260s (side by side seating) for an outfit called Air Combat USA -- I can fill a couple of pages with puke stories, by the way. One in particular was in Seattle flying with a guy who owned a bonanza with complete facial hair (think chewbaca) -- I really wasn't expecting a puker. After a while, we got to be pretty good/quick with the barf bags. This particular flight though, I was flying on the wing in Elliot Bay with the camera on my passenger and the skyline of Seattle and the other airplane in the background. Normally, the upper lip sweating tends to give you a heads up to have the barf bag ready -- unfortunately, the facial hair hid his upper lip. Bottom line was that his shoulders hunched forward ever so slightly as he wound up and then exploded from his mouth a stream of food and beverage the width of a fire hose. The stream hit the altimeter square on then a second explosion as the "fluid" ricocheted back at me and landed on my lap. It all happened so quickly I couldn't get him a bag quick enough or move the camera off him.

Eventually we landed and got out of the plane to his awaiting family. He went up to his wife with chunks of ham, hashbrowns and egg stuck in his beard and smelling like a full trash can at your local McDonalds (that's where he began this adventure). I ran to change my flightsuit and get some of the smell off of me (good luck!). I also had the good fortune to clean out the plane (our rules). After cleaning it, you can really get a sense for what someone ate -- his was an egg mcmuffin, hashbrowns and orange juice (he later confirmed that with me, but I failed to notice the coffee).

During the debrief, we must have slow-motioned the projectile vomitting 30 times. I have yet to see so much come out of one person's mouth in such a short period of time with such a high velocity! Truly amazing!

The Blueberry Milkshake

Bob has a great memory. I probably gave Bob his first airplane ride in 1988, and must have given him my standard pre flight speech, much like an airline stewardess does.

Now it is early spring 1992. Bob took a week off work so that he could go with me to Lakeland, Florida for the annual Sun & Fun fly-in. Weather was coming and the cloud cover was becoming solid. About an hour from Lakeland we landed somewhere for fuel. Across the road from the airport was a Dairy Queen. Of course we had to hit that for a snack.

Because of the cloud cover, we stayed low and took on some moderate turbulence for that last hour. I was busy listening to the radio and checking charts and stuff as we got close to the very busy Lakeland traffic. I hadn’t even noticed that Bob hadn’t been chatting away.

After we landed there was still some taxiing time to get to out tie down and camping spot. After we shut down and got out, Bob came over and says, “I really got my money’s worth out of that Blueberry Milkshake back there”. I ask him what he meant. Bob says, “Well, I got sick on that bumpy flight, and the milkshake came back up, but I remembered what you told me about getting sick on that first flight.” (That was: If anyone gets sick in my airplane, I’ll then get sick, and we will all die in the crash). So Bob goes, “so I held it in and swallowed it again, and then had to do that four more times”!!! No wonder he was so quite.

m7flyer wrote:Found this video that fits right into this thread, we all may have seen it...

But here it is.

Funniest thing about this video is the smile on the other back seat passenger. She thinks it's pretty funny till she gets splashed.

After numb nuts behind the yoke gets his ass kicked, that gal ought to empty that bag over his head.

Gump

patrol guy wrote:The Blueberry Milkshake

Bob has a great memory. I probably gave Bob his first airplane ride in 1988, and must have given him my standard pre flight speech, much like an airline stewardess does.

Now it is early spring 1992. Bob took a week off work so that he could go with me to Lakeland, Florida for the annual Sun & Fun fly-in. Weather was coming and the cloud cover was becoming solid. About an hour from Lakeland we landed somewhere for fuel. Across the road from the airport was a Dairy Queen. Of course we had to hit that for a snack.

Because of the cloud cover, we stayed low and took on some moderate turbulence for that last hour. I was busy listening to the radio and checking charts and stuff as we got close to the very busy Lakeland traffic. I hadn’t even noticed that Bob hadn’t been chatting away.

After we landed there was still some taxiing time to get to out tie down and camping spot. After we shut down and got out, Bob came over and says, “I really got my money’s worth out of that Blueberry Milkshake back there”. I ask him what he meant. Bob says, “Well, I got sick on that bumpy flight, and the milkshake came back up, but I remembered what you told me about getting sick on that first flight.” (That was: If anyone gets sick in my airplane, I’ll then get sick, and we will all die in the crash). So Bob goes, “so I held it in and swallowed it again, and then had to do that four more times”!!! No wonder he was so quite.

Ha... a gal I know out here, said she did that swallow back thing one time too, but told me that about the third time that hers came back up, wow, it came with considerably more force, more like an explosion, there was no holding that one back I guess. Said it blew out of her mouth and nose, with enough quantity and force to ruin the radio in her new Husky. Guess the shop even found puke way in the very back, deep inside that panel mounted Garmin.. I don't think it was Blueberry milkshake tho, she said she "used" to really like mountain oysters....

shiek wrote:

Bottom line was that his shoulders hunched forward ever so slightly as he wound up and then exploded from his mouth a stream of food and beverage the width of a fire hose.

That reminds me of one of my favorite movies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG2gjL-KUqw

tcj wrote:shiek wrote:

Bottom line was that his shoulders hunched forward ever so slightly as he wound up and then exploded from his mouth a stream of food and beverage the width of a fire hose.

That reminds me of one of my favorite movies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG2gjL-KUqw

Classic!!! Sitting sideways behind the pilots as the Engineer during a hot summer day while doing pattern work for three hours takes it's toll on a lot of guys.