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	<title>Comments on: My second in-flight emergency</title>
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		<title>By: Phil Gustafson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Phil Gustafson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had my first and only almost-engine-failure in, I think, 1976.  I was flying as a solo student from Hayward, CA, to Livermore, where I was to meet the FAA examiner to get my license.  At the time Dirty Harry's C-150's were $10/hr. wet for the older ones and $12 for the newer.  I forget which I had, but it did the runup fine.  Turned out it could just barely splutter into the air.  I found the 100-fpm best climb sufficiently disconcerting to say "I'll declare an emergency if I have to", and putter the Cessna into a very low pattern and an over-the-numbers turn to final.

Hayward was a very busy airport, so I was used to truncated downwinds and the landing was no big deal.

Harry said I was full of shit and the plane was fine.  But it was in the hangar for quite a while afterwards.

I got into another 150 and went over to Livermore, but my concentration was shot.  It took me two checkrides to get my ticket.

Phil

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had my first and only almost-engine-failure in, I think, 1976.  I was flying as a solo student from Hayward, CA, to Livermore, where I was to meet the FAA examiner to get my license.  At the time Dirty Harry&#8217;s C-150&#8217;s were $10/hr. wet for the older ones and $12 for the newer.  I forget which I had, but it did the runup fine.  Turned out it could just barely splutter into the air.  I found the 100-fpm best climb sufficiently disconcerting to say &#8220;I&#8217;ll declare an emergency if I have to&#8221;, and putter the Cessna into a very low pattern and an over-the-numbers turn to final.</p>
<p>Hayward was a very busy airport, so I was used to truncated downwinds and the landing was no big deal.</p>
<p>Harry said I was full of shit and the plane was fine.  But it was in the hangar for quite a while afterwards.</p>
<p>I got into another 150 and went over to Livermore, but my concentration was shot.  It took me two checkrides to get my ticket.</p>
<p>Phil</p>
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