Since the excuuuse me thread seems to be winding down, I thought I'd write down my story from the other perspective.
I was flying a few weeks ago here in Mexico at a controlled airport that gets commercial traffic. Most airports here want contact at 25 miles, so I had made that contact, let him know it was just a fuel stop - because we have user fees here and buying fuel avoids them most places - and been listening to the radio for a while and knew there was an American flight coming in from the states at the same time flying, as they always do, an approach.
I knew he was going to be higher priority traffic and correctly predicted that tower would extend my downwind to allow the jet to land. No big deal. On this day I really doubt that I could have gotten down and clear in time for the jet to avoid going around, and it was a beautiful day so I spending a couple more minutes in the sky was definitely no hardship.
I do, however, know how to fly my plane better than the guy in the tower, so requested a turn to base immediately as the jet got past me instead of flying 4 miles as he had requested. That turn was granted and I slowed the plane to about 40kts.
This airport is at 6,000ft, which isn't super high, but is high enough to notice. As you all know, at higher altitudes your ground speed increases a little. In this case about 10%. So even if the jet was flown perfectly he needed a little more room to stop.
He touched down as I turned final and hit the brakes to get the thing stopped.
Tower: "American 602, can you expedite to the ramp for landing traffic?"
America: "Negative, brakes are too hot"
In addition to 10% more speed there is about 20% less air to cool the brakes after landing.
At this point I'm on a near the threshold at about 300 feet and I'm certain that tower is going to tell me to go around, so I jump on the radio.
Me: "Take your time, I'm only going 40kts and can land, stop and exit at midfield as necessary"
Tower accepts this implicit request to not go around and lets me continue.
The American jet exits the runway when I'm at the landing threshold at about 200ft and I get a clearance from the tower. I fly the remaining distance to the near taxiway, land, turn off and beat the jet to the ramp.
Tower: "Well done Maule, I've called the fuelers for you."
Gotta love it when a plan comes together...


