Last night we shared a lot of private pilot check ride stories. It made me sad that mine was kind of uneventful, at least that I remember. The only thing I remember is that my examiner was a fairly stoic older woman who had been flying for decades. I remember her being very quiet the whole check ride. Then I remember the "realistic distraction" she provided by suddenly bursting out with a "look at that plane on the ramp it looks like it has chicken pox!" I found that very bizarre.

That hardly compares to Jose's examiner who tore his social security number off the FAA forms and ATE it!

Or, last night, Byron's story which was as follows: The examiner pointed to some traffic cones marking some construction on the ramp. He said "What do you think when you look at those?" and Byron responded "Er, traffic cones?" ...

The examiner replied:

"I think of psychadelic witches that have melted into the cement... ever seen Wizard of Oz, boy?"

That had me in stitches... I will never look at a traffic cone the same way again!