Story I heard when I was getting my private on Long Island: Local fellow
working his way up had padded his logbook with extra twin time. For a
couple of these "flights" he'd used the tail number of a twin he'd seenn
passing through his airport -- it looked like it was from far away, and
headed back there. The checkride was at a bigger airport nearby. After
the ride the examiner was looking at the logbook and checking the
"Nice plane, that N12345" says the examiner.
"Sure is," says the candidate.
"I don't suppose you know that I own that plane?"
asked the examiner as he motioned out the window to where
it was parked, just down the line.