After every flight, Quantas pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet," which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems; document their repairs on the form and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor.
Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by Quantas' pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded by the maintenance engineers (marked with an M).
(By the way, Quantas [Australian] is the only major airline that has never had an accident. This report on their upkeep system tells why... :-)
P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.
M: Almost replaced left inside main tire.
P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.
M: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.
P: Something loose in cockpit.
M: Something tightened in cockpit.
P: Dead bugs on windshield.
M: Live bugs on back-order.
P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent.
M: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.
P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.
M: Evidence removed.
P: DME volume unbelievably loud.
M: DME volume set to more believable level.
P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
M: That's what they're for.
P: IFF inoperative.
M: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.
P: Suspected crack in windshield.
M: Suspect you're right.
P: Number 3 engine missing.
M: Engine found on right wing after brief search.
P: Aircraft handles funny.
M: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.
P: Target radar hums.
M: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.
P: Mouse in cockpit.
M: Cat installed.
P. Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.
M: Took hammer away from midget
Sometimes - I wish it was more often, but we cannot manage it - I and a good friend of mine, we go out of the city on Sundays. Mountain walks with two dogs :)
Last Sunday we headed towards another mountain range - the weather wasn't good, I almost felt it didn't like us.
Everything was grey and sad. Just like somebody has killed all the colours - quietly and it passed unnoticed. You look around and you see the face of the sadness. And the wind - blowing angrily at us... But Dara was extremely happy, she was running and jumping all the time. She found a river and jumped in it, drank icy water and was very proud of herself. It was very funny because shortly afterwards (it was cold) her wet ears and hairy legs were decorated with icicles that she was wearing all the morning.
The forest was wonderful - it was like an enchanting place out of a fairy-tale. There were some thrones - I bet the king of the forest likes sitting there and listening to the silence. Brown leaves covered the soil - soft and thick like a precious carpet. Hundreds of colourful pebbles made me think of a huge treasure-house, scattered everywhere around us. You just have to find the right pebble.
The river offered whimsical ice statues - entrances to a hidden world of small tiny people with clever eyes and fine manners who live underground all summer and come out during the winter. They make snow castles and ice palaces, they give balls in crystal caves where the light dances on million ice surfaces.
Very adventurously we walked into a swampy field 
and when it was time to go back we had to cross a river over a very natural bridge - it was scary, brrr!
At the end - click! I have enough of taking photographs, I think it's about time someone to take a picture of me ;)
