Yesterday was a beautiful day throughout CA. I had the day off, and decided to take a one day excursion from my local airport, ONT (Ontario, CA)up to San Jose (SJC).
Leaving the house at 0400, I arrived at ONT at 0430. I purchased my last minute ticket, getting fleeced in the process (but it was worth it...and I did it because....I can).
I waltzed up to gate 408 at ONT, received boarding pass #2. Then had breakfast at the Carls Jr. inside the terminal, consisting of a Western Bacon cheeseburger and onion rings....at 0515...yummy....
Then they announced a gate change that the flight was going out of gate 406 instead.
In due time, we boarded 737-500 N506SW. The early morning flight was pleasantly only about half to two-thirds full.
I got to sit in the window seat in the back...I had the whole row to myself.
Great flight, and an older woman f/a served our part of the cabin with a smile that would've brightened a coal mine.
We landed at SJC about 10 minutes early after a smooth flight.
I deplaned and went straight to the top of the parking garage of terminal A at SJC. It was butt-cold at 0725!!!! Fortunately, I had me warm leather jacket on!
I watched the planes taking off, but the sun angle at this time of the year just does not allow good pix from up there.
So I walked down to the terminal, hitched a ride on the inter-terminal blue bus over to terminal C. I bought a pack of Marlboros, some water, and some candy bars, stuffed them into my bags containing my photo albums and was all set.
I hitched a ride on a taxi and went over to the famous SJC photo spot, on the corner of Coleman and Airport Blvds.
Since it was still early, the sun wasn't up yet, I sat on the picnic table in the grassy area for awhile.
Finally, someone showed up. That would be none other than who is known on this forum as Rotate777 showed up. He walked over to the side of the road there. I followed over, and introduced myself. He had his camera and scanner with him. We sat and chatted for awhile. I showed him all of my pix. He seemed to like them, although he didn't seem to like the idea that I had pix of the Delta 757 "Soaring Spirit" and he didn't (Sorry Wilsam!!!!!
Anyway, we sat there, chewing the fat all day. Finally, the afternoon came, and the light was now good. So we shot pix of a few odds and ends.
I was upset because I managed to blow the shot of the AA 777. I got it when it was on the taxiway, but when it positioned for takeoff, I should've put the wide angle lens on my camera.....
Oh well...maybe next time. I could swear I saw Wilsam crack a slight grin when I told him I should've changed lenses......
What a punk!!!!
Finally, the highlight of my day came, the Midway 737-700!
I was bummed because the one that showed up was the one with the damaged no. 1 engine cowling. So the engine has a primer grey stripe on it.
It was also only about 2 hours late taking off. But better late than never. Besides, the lighting was better.
Since he giggled at me for blowing a can't miss shot (how do you manage to blow a 777 that is taxiing that close to you? Well I did) But he was freaking out because he still doesn't have a shot of N902RA in American livery. So every time an AA M90 showed up, I reminded him about how it WASN'T #902!
We had a ball.
But, as my return flight was scheduled for 1700, and he had to leave, we said goodbye and parted ways. He went and got his ride back home. I walked over to the remote parking lot on the corner of Coleman and ???? Well, I forgot the street, but it's tucked away in some industrial corner, next to the reail road tracks over there off the 880 freeway.
I sure as hell wasn't going to walk back to the terminal from that spot, and there was no phone that I could summon a taxi.
After waiting about 20 minutes, the free shuttle showed up. I got my ride back to the terminal. I saw that my return flight was leaving gate A3. But there was a flight going to Burbank out of the same gate that was delayed until 1645.
I made a small bet in my mind what that meant to MY departure time.
Sure enough, it was going to be about half an hour to 45 minutes late.
I still managed to get in line, and get boarding pass number 5. As it turned out, I unknowingly cut in fron of the line.
It wound around the corner from where the planters or whatever they are was. I should've got pass number 76 or something. But being tall, and angry looking, no one said a word to me!!!!
While I was waiting, I went and had a Big Mac value meal at the McDonalds there. I finished it off with a frozen cone and cinnamon pretzel from the TCBY that is right in front of gate A3. I was bummed when I saw that they took the smoking lounge out of SJC, way over in the far end of the airport. So no Marlboros for me for awhile....
Finally, the Burbank flight cleared, and ours came in (737-300 N370SW). If there was ever a cattle car boarding, this flight was it! Even though I had pass #5, I was about the 30th one to board.
Luckily, my favorite window seat in the back of the plane was still open. So I plowed my way to the back and sat down, and turned the air blower on.
The plane was booked sloid, and every seat was taken.
Seated next to me was some woman that looked about 5 years older then me. She was kind of cute, but I kept focussing on her face. She must've been in a bad accident at some point because she had scars on her face that were clearly indicative of reconstructive surgery of some kind. Like I said, in spite of that, she was kind of cute. We talked on and off during the flight, mostly about our jobs.
Before I knew it, the flight had landed.
It was heavy, and so the touchdown at ONT was a but rough.
Being seated in the back of a full flight meant I wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon.
But in due time, I got off. The girl I was seated next to vanished. I walked out of the terminal, lit up a smoke, and departed morosely into the night towards my car parked in the central lot.
I found it, got in, and came home.....
It was a good, full day...