Posted on 03/11/2024 4:40:06 PM PDT by Macho MAGA Man
Fifty people were injured onboard a Boeing plane Monday, with some smashing into the ceiling when it “suddenly nosedived” mid-flight.
This marks the latest disaster for Boeing after a wheel fell off one of their planes mid-flight and another skidded off the runway just last week.
As Newsweek noted, a spokesperson for the Chilean airline LATAM told news outlets that a “technical problem” on the flight had harmed passengers and crew members. The airline also claimed the Boeing 787-9 Dreamliner experienced a “strong movement” but refused to elaborate.
The airplane was traveling from Sydney, Australia, to Auckland, New Zealand, when the turbulence hit.
Reuters reported a continent of emergency vehicles from Hato Hone St John was called to Auckland Airport at 3:58 local time after the passengers and crew were injured. St. John sent 14 units to the scene, including seven ambulances, two operation managers, two Major Incident Support Team vehicles, one command unit, and two rapid response vehicles.
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All that said, you don’t wear a seat belt? It’s an airplane.
This is media — hyperfocused on Boeing because of incidents that happen or come close to happening much more often than we normally notice. They’re like sharks sniffing for blood in the water. So suddenly every incident means Boeing is to blame.
Did the airplane that lost a wheel come from the factory with bolts missing (like the door plug airplane)? I think not. It was a maintenance problem.
And I doubt departing the end of the runway was a Boeing problem either.
I thought people paid good money to fly high, go into a slow dive so they could experience what weightlessness felt like! Here they got it free!
Always, always wear your seatbelt. Always.
“...with some smashing into the ceiling when it “suddenly nosedived” mid-flight....”
Too bad... keep seat belts on morons. Hope they still have headaches.
You got that right!😀
As much as I can gripe about stupid things that Boeing has done. There is no proof that Boeing did anything wrong here. And it may be long time before we know what happened and why.
Not sure I’d call this incident a “disaster.” A mishap certainly. If the plane had crashed and all died, that would be a disaster. A bit of hyperbole from the GP?
Pilots? You do realize of course that Boeing makes the planes. They don’t fly the planes.
I ain’t going if it’s a Boeing/s
The 787 is a very good airplane with an excellent safety record.
The plane in question was far from new and has been in service for quite some time so not very likely the incident was due to aircraft defect.
If the incident was as high in negative g as it sounds, it’s a treatment to the structural integrity that there were no structural failures.
Incident will be investigated. One explanation is crew mishandled autopilot—
We will see.
I don’t like what has happened at Boeing. (I do not work in civilian aviation, but I have military experience with aviation, so I have followed the industry and closely studied mishaps for many years)
Apart from the DIE issues in designing and building airplanes, the problem which is just as big, or bigger, is people in the industry involved in flying airplanes, maintaining airplanes, routing airplanes, or administrating airports and airlines, have sacrificed competency for the sake of sex and/or race.
The industry is waiting for a huge crash to happen.
And it is going to happen.
When it does, it is less likely to be a serious design flaw, and more likely to be something that takes what would be a relatively remote or insignificant design flaw and through incompetence, ignorance, or laziness is going to turn it into something where planes collide in the air or crash into the ground.
Anyone who follows mishaps in aviation knows that a design flaw is usually not responsible for a major mishap. It is usually a chain of events, starting small, which cascade into a major catastrophic event. And human error is one of the largest components.
The risks from most design flaws are minimized by policies and procedures from maintenance to flight, and everything in between to compensate for those flaws.
My buddy and I were on a 727 headed north off the Florida Atlantic coast some years back. 727 was a great plane, I am a big fan of it. I was sorry to see them go.
We were looking landwards, and beyond the thunderclouds all the way up the coast, the sun was getting ready to set. We could see lightning flashes all over the place. I was enjoying it.
We had just all been served drinks, and they announced they weren’t going to serve meals they just finished preparing because it would be unsafe. (I recall it was either turkey or salisbury steak)
So, my buddy and I have our trays down with our drinks on them (I had a Seven and Seven...I think) and the plane hit a couple of pockets. Not too bad. My drink, which was right near the brim began to spill, so I put my mouth down and drank a mouthful without lifting it. Almost none spilled.
I thought I was mighty clever, chuckled, then we hit another, deeper pocket.
This time, some sloshed out. I picked it up, took a big mouthful, swallowed it and turned to my buddy.
As I turned, I was looking at his sloshing drink and started to say “Hey, you better drink that, or you’ll be wearing it!”
But it never came out of my mouth.
As I turned and my eyes fixed on his drink, the plane plummeted.
I had that entire comment already perfectly formed in my head, and it was just up to my mouth to finish saying it but all I got out of that entire sentence above was: “Hey...”
What is burned into my memory is astonishing, at least to me. As my eyes fixed on his drink, the drink suddenly leaped into the air.
It was like watching a cartoon. The cup seemed to stay where it was, and the entire volume of his drink shot out of it in the perfectly formed shape of the cup. (I don’t think it really did, but I swear, it felt that way) I think it was only a minuscule fraction of a second, but my brain seemed to slow it right down to the “super slow motion bullet hitting the balloon filled with milk” speed.
Then everything sped right up to what seemed like hyper speed, and things began to happen really fast.
The plane plummeted far enough that my mind had time to completely form and process the thought: “I am not going to panic. Not yet. But if this plane keeps dropping...I just might.”
And then the plane settled out
One woman was injured in the bathroom, and another who was ejected from her seat into the overhead. I saw that only in the dark edge of my peripheral vision. I didn’t see it directly, but the speed and force at which she was ejected from her seat and violently smashed into the luggage bins above her was clearly evident in what my brain registered.
They made an emergency landing and carted them both off in stretchers.
One interesting side note was how people on the plane changed after that. All over the plane, people were talking to complete and total strangers as if they had known them their entire lives. It was amazing. The other detail is all the stuff that rained down on us for the remainder of that flight. All kinds of liquid, booze, beer, soda, brown gravy (from the galley) dripped down on us. There was a little river in the aisle area. It seemed like such a minor thing that at another time, people would have raised holy hell if one drop of gravy had fallen down to soil a shirt. But as everyone made their acquaintance with the strangers around them, nobody seemed to notice it.
While we drank our complimentary drinks, my buddy said to me that in that time as the plane fell, he also had time to process a thought (as I had) and when he hit the point where he might panic, he had a flash of a vision for a split second.
He said he envisioned himself in that split second, strapped into his seat in a section of fuselage at the bottom of the ocean with his hair swaying in the current, his eyes open. That was how he described it. Pretty gripping vision. Then, as if he had said too much, he made a deliberate and loud “Blub. Blub” sound as he gently moved his head side-to-side. We both cracked up and sucked down our complimentary drinks...:)
But I will say, he was dead serious as he initially described it. I think I saw it just as vividly as he did, but...of course, when I remember it now, it makes me grin rather than feel grim. When the memory pops into my mind now, before it has a chance to register as a corpse strapped in a watery grave, like someone who always screws up the punch line of a joke by skipping right to it, I always get to the face of my best friend with the “Blub. Blub.” that follows, and just cannot take it seriously!
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