I noticed one day how my F/O was carrying his wheel-equipped suitcase like a regular bag instead of pulling it. I looked at him and said with concern in my voice, “You do know there are wheels on that thing, don’t you?” He laughed, ensured me he did and went on to explain he was carrying it because the wheels were worn out from too many miles of dragging through the winter salt and slush in airport parking lots. The axles were severely rusted. Later he demonstrated by rolling it for a few steps. It produced a terrifying wail, like sheet-metal being fed into a wood-chipper. I quickly reminded him how much more macho he’d look carrying it.
(Excerpt from my latest book – Airline Pilot: A Day in the Life)