MIAMI — Airline pilots live and die by their “number;” seniority number that is. During your first day in new hire ground school, “Basic Indoc,” before you’re even assigned an aircraft, someone will come in, welcome you aboard and dispense a class roster. You’ll eagerly search for your name and note the number beside it. This is your all important system seniority number. You’ve spent years trying to acquire this innocuous little number and, over the course of your career, it will determine the equipment that you fly, from which seat, whether as a block holder or reserve, domestic or international, whether you have Christmas off or can attend your kid’s soccer games. As the years pass and your waist-line gets bigger this number will get smaller as those senior to you retire; but never quickly enough.
My name was displayed prominently on company bulletin 91-44, effective 1 September 1991. My number had come up! After just six years with Northwest Airlines, seniority number 3536 (flying as a DC-9 copilot) had been awarded a DC-10, reserve first officer position at Boston’s’ Logan International Airport. Domiciled for the first time in my career, somewhere near my home, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven… no more commuting to Detroit. Well, for a while anyway.
DC-10 ground school training in 1991 was at the very least, thorough. Oral exams could last as long as three hours and consisted of questions concerning every nut, bolt and switch on the flight engineers panel. A rather efficient method of testing all aircraft systems, performance and company procedures. Efficient for the inquisitor anyway, and you could gauge your perfomance by the examiners grimace. But this was before distant learning training, back when instructors were men or women of knowledge, not CD’s or DVD’s mailed home by a clerk. Examinations were intense, but so was the training as spirited systems discussions ensued everyday utilizing schematic diagrams and lectures. An experienced instructor actually stood before us prepared for questions and problems.
After ground and simulator training in Minneapolis, fourteen of us piled into a DC-10-40 one afternoon to practice takeoffs and landings in Rochester, Minn. Six years earlier we’d done this too in a DC-9, but it was at midnight with a box of stale donuts. This requirement has long been eliminated by sophisticated, six axis, full motion simulators. The first time you fly an airplane now is during a scheduled flight with unsuspecting passengers. Being the junior man on this training mission however, the check airman assigned me galley duty; responsible for heating our crew meals, making the coffee and icing down the Cokes. Now this was the way to train.
It did have its advantages though. As my fellow trainees sat in first class awaiting their “turn in the barrel,” I’d step from the galley into the cockpit just prior to landing and start to build a sight picture. Also, being the last to perform, I was designated to fly the airplane back to MSP and experience one more landing.
A couple of weeks later, after completing IOE (Initial Operating Experience) I got the nod. Now I knew how a Triple-A player felt when called up to the majors. The First Officer had phoned in sick for flight 52 and I’d be off to Frankfurt, Germany later that night. This was my first trans-Atlantic “track” experience; flying past Nova Scotia, Greenland, Iceland, 30 West, north of Ireland, over Scotland and into Germany. I plotted the tracks, noted Lat/Longs, accomplished INS checks, VOR checks, altimeter checks, waypoint checks and logged it all.
But with my untrained ear I successfully communicated with Gander and Shanwick for oceanic clearances, deciphered ATIS’s and spoke with Frankfurt Approach. In short, as the new guy, I was hanging on to the tail!
Crew meals provided some respite though and no longer consisted of a cold, cellophane wrapped sandwich and chips in a box, gulped down between approaches. Tonight I enjoyed a steak, au gratin potatoes, vegetables, rolls, a fruit tray and salads, served on linen with engraved utensils. This was preceded by a hot towel to refresh our face and clean our hands. And just when I thought that it couldn’t get any better, the lead flight attendant brought in hot fudge sundaes in parfait glasses and a huge tray of chocolate chip cookies and chocolate caramels. “There’s plenty more where these came from fella’s,” she said as she headed back to first class. My biggest surprise was that the captain and engineer acted like all this was normal as I stashed food in my suitcase for later consumption.
Just a week later as a seasoned Atlantic veteran now, I departed San Francisco on a trans-Pacific crossing to Honolulu, with captain Sherm Cornell on his retirement flight. I’d grown accustomed to this DC-10 flying, had gained a little weight, but remained dual qualified and regularly went back to fly DC-9 trips to Fort Wayne, South Bend, Kalamazoo and Gulfport. Once you’ve seen the bright lights of Paris and experienced the fine cuisine in first class though, it’s hard to return to domestic DC-9 flying. This is another practice, dual qualification, that has thankfully been eliminated.
Northwest flew two DC-10 models, the –30 and –40 starting in 1972, only a year after D.B. Cooper hijacked NWA flight 305 from Seattle to Portland. The –40, flown only by NWA and Japan Airlines, was equipped with Pratt and Whitney JT-9D-20’s producing 45,000 pounds of thrust. With a max gross takeoff weight of 530,000 pounds, 32-business class and 256 coach passengers were served. Purchased used, or “preowned” as we’d say today, mostly from Swissair and Thai Airways the –30 had General Electric CF6-50C engines that produced 51,000 pounds of thrust with a takeoff weight of 555,000 pounds. The industry story about NWA and it’s Pratt powered Tens was Mr. Nyrop’s statement. “If I want a toaster, I’ll call GE, if I want a jet engine I’ll call Pratt & Whitney.” It makes for a good story anyway!
Although a short-timer on the DC-10, what flying I did was most enjoyable. Prior to my experience on the 747-400, it’s the most comfortable, stable aircraft that I’ve ever flown. Sitting up high, with electric seats, huge windows and a spacious cockpit, watching icebergs pass beneath those magnificent wings gave the impression of lounging in a cruise ship. I preferred its gunmetal gray cockpit color to today’s brown or blue “behavioral scientist’s” choice. The DC-10, her wonderful flight characteristics and leisurely manner are reminiscent of another era, one that I already miss. I certainly miss the hot fudge sundaes.