Climbing through 800′ past the departure end in my Cherokee, I heard the tower clear a Cheyenne for takeoff. As I waited for tower to call me out to the Cheyenne for the inevitible pass, I craned my neck around hoping to get a visual. When neither occured, I voiced my concern…
Me: Exec tower, Cherokee 123, what can you tell me about the Cheyenne at my six?
Tower: Oh it’s a BIG, PRETTY plane; with wings and wheels, and it looks like a big Tylenol…
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