No answer. ATC was deaf tonight. Hitch shrugged and switched to Tower. Cleared for takeoff, rolling his own lights.
He climbed to FL370. Above the marine layer, the P3D sky turned deep violet, and the stars—enhanced by REX Sky Force—burned cold and sharp. -P3D FSX- PMDG 737 NGX Immersion
He taxied via Bravo, Left on Alpha, hold short of 25R. The PMDG’s nosewheel steering was heavier than reality—more hydraulic resistance, but he’d dialed it in. Flaps down. Flight controls free. Stabilizer trim 5.2 units. No answer
He pulled the throttles to idle. The RAAS callout— “Two hundred… One hundred… Fifty…” —and then the main gear kissed concrete. A gentle puff of tire smoke from the PMDG effects. Reverse thrust. The deceleration pressed him forward in his seat. Cleared for takeoff, rolling his own lights
Turnoff at Charlie 5. Taxi to gate. APU on. Engines spooling down. As he set the parking brake, the cockpit fell silent except for the faint click of the IRS switching to OFF.
Outside his window, the real-world night had fallen over his garage sim pit. But inside the PMDG 737 NGX, it was always golden hour over the Pacific. And Captain Hitch was home.