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Pilots Asleep At The Yoke Wake Up

by John M. White |

Two pilots for GO! airline fell asleep while flying a CRJ-200 regional jet from Honolulu to Hilo in the Hawaiin Islands back on February 13, 2008.  Considering the speed of a CRJ-200 and the distance between Honolulu and Hilo is 216 miles, it must not have taken long for the crew to fall asleep. Go

The sleeping crew threw the Air Traffic Controllers into a panic when the controllers could not contact the flight for 17 minutes while the aircraft cruised along at 21,000 feet on autopilot.  Finally the Air Traffic Controllers managed to wake up the sleeping pilots after nearly a dozen panickied calls as the aircraft wandered out over the Pacific Ocean after passing Hilo.

Go! airline is a Hawaii based inter-island air carrier which began operations in 2006 operating five Bombardier CRJ-200 regional jets.  Many airlines have a rule requiring the cabin crew regularly visit the flight deck with refreshments and to check and make sure the pilots are alright.

The flight, with 40 passengers on board, then turned around and returned to land safely in Hilo.  The two pilots had their licenses suspended for 45 days and have now received their licenses back.  However, in April 2008 both pilots were fired by Mesa Air Group of Phoenix, AZ.  The pilots had 15 hours of rest between their last flight and this flight, considered adequate by the FAA.

Kinda want to know where these two have landed? Hee, Hee! 

xt time keep your wings straight and level Hersch!

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"High Flight"

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space...
...put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

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