Next day I’m paired up with the mean-prick of a Captain, PsychoSaroyin again. He is aptly named for his Jekyll-Hyde tendencies. We will be doing a “turn” to Mombai (Bombay), a long day, about five hours in each direction, and believe me I’m not looking forward to it.
Saroyin hates everybody and everything. As we meet up in the lobby this morning, there’s no greeting And unlike the rest of us who try to be friendly with the cabin crew, Psycho just walks right through them. No “hello’s,” no eye-contact. I usually hang back and apologize to the cabin crew on his behalf, after he disappears up the air stairs.
Herr-Lippi sees me out to the hotel bus, and as I’m about to board with Saroyin. “Hey Steve , know what Psycho told me his Golden Rule of life is?”
“Gee, Mark, what’s that?” I’m not very happy.
“Psycho’s Rule Numero Uno states that If Psycho sees a blind man on the street he kicks him, because why should he be kinder than God?”
“Thanks, Mark, makes sense.” Mark laughs and waves goodbye to me as I board the bus.
The day is shorter than I think it will be. Taking off out of Jeddah, the # four engine blows, engine parts explode through the compressor and turbine, spraying the runway and the dessert with fragments. Its my flight leg, I’m flying, unconsciously my left foot has put in enough rudder to adjust for adverse yaw, and we’re on a correct runway heading, level, but barely climbing out, with a temperature inversion taking it’s toll on our available power.
The cockpit is silent. “Positive rate, gear up,” I say. Saroyin brings up the gear, announcing into the radio “Jeddah Tower, Saudia four-five… we’ve lost an engine! Request straight ahead and level off at 800’ AGL.”
“Anything you want, Saudia four-five, you own the airspace.” Thank God its a Brit Controller on the radio.
At eight hundred feet AGL, I call “altitude hold.” I level off, allow the speed to build up, and request the flaps be brought up on schedule. Now the airplane is “clean,” gear and flaps up and I start a gentle climb, calling “3000’ alt sel, max continuous thrust…In-flight engine failure checklist.” Everything is going textbook, the hours of sim-emergency drill has kicked in automatically. The Captain and Flight Engineer turn off the fuel to the engine and complete the checklist. I fly the plane and handle the radio.
Mikey Palamino, Jr., “Baby Mike,” our engineer, has already calculated that our dump time is twelve minutes. That is, since our take-off weight far exceeds the structural limits of our max gross landing weight (on this flight), we must dump fuel in order to quickly as possible get us down to a structurally safe landing weight. Dumping fuel at a rate of about 5000 pounds /minute, “Baby Mike” tells us we need twelve minutes dump time. I level off at 3000’ and call for the ‘after take-off checklist. “Psycho and Mikie finish the “after take-off check", and Saroyin gets back on the radio.
“Jeddah Tower, Saudia four-five needs vectors to a dumping area.”
We complete the dump, which actually, at the speed were going, vaporizes the kerosene into the air. We complete the ‘descent checklist,’ the ‘landing check-list’ and we come back in for a ‘normal’ landing at King Abdul Aziz Airport, that is, Jeddah.
The 747 flies great with one of its four engines gone, depending on its weight of course. Losing an engine, maxxed out during take off (just past V1) is the tricky part. Once the plane is ‘clean,’ and if its light enough, I’ve flown 747’s with two engines gone on the same wing.
Truly, “Psycho” Saroyin and “Baby” Palamino have performed perfectly. We all acted in concert, knowing what to do, and what to expect from each other. Our flight to Mumbai was cancelled, and we hit the bus back to the hotel.
Of course, everybody already knew about our “air return.” Guys swapping horror stories of their own experiences.
“Cheated death again,” announces Saroyin.
The beer’s on me all night,” calls out Herr-Lippi, bringing the crowd to a howl, since there is no legal alcohol in the sandbox, The land of no!”