So I got ramp checked the other day. In typical pilot exaggeration "Oh yeah...it was no big deal." Seriously it wasn't. In fact it was my very first ramp check in the G.A. world. It was at 5:45 am on a Thursday morning of all times. I turned my back from the plane for about 45 seconds to close the hanger door, still feeling impatient for the XL coffee to kick in. Once the door was closed I walked out the man door and BAM!!! There she was, with a smile and ID badge to prove it. Talk about seeing the ghost of bloody Mary. The last thing I had ever expected was to be ramp checked by the Federal Government before the sun was up. The good news is, after she introduced herself, she said "I don't want to hold you up." That was incredibly comforting actually. I invited her into the warm hanger where she could write my information down and quickly get this over with. No more than one minute in the hangar, she bid her farewell and wished me for a safe flight. Its pretty interesting going through it. Quite frankly, it has confirmed everything I have experienced about FAA inspectors. Ted the Fed isn't as bad as you think they are. They are cool, have great stories, and in a way are here to help. My experiences with the FAA thankfully have been very few and far between, but at the end of the day its weird, I wished I had more.