Category: Flying

I finally got to lift my head up from my computer and go out and do something for myself. I went flying. No goal except to get re-acquainted with flying and have fun. I had our club’s Dakota booked from 1pm, and somebody else had it booked in the morning. I was hoping that would mean I wouldn’t have to pre-heat it, but the other guy evidently didn’t fly. The weather was saying low clouds in the morning, but higher in the afternoon, and the reports were coming in showing it better than the forecast all morning. Sure enough by the time I got out there the ATIS was reporting a few clouds at around 3200 feet and a broken layer way up high, so it was prefect visual flight conditions.

The airport was incredibly busy, as about 4 jets arrived and departed while I waited behind a Commander to take off. And then after take off, it took the tower controller until I was at 2300 feet before he could turn me over to the departure controller. Within 2 seconds of the GPS saying I crossed outside of the outer ring of the class C airspace, the controller turned me loose, so obviously the rush was going to continue for him.

I decided to try a couple of steep turns, and they weren’t good. I had trouble getting over a 30 degree bank, and I kept gaining altitude. And then I tried one stall, which I hate doing in this plane because it seems like the nose never drops. That was enough practice stuff, so I flew over and did a touch and go at Ledgedale (7G0) and another at Batavia/Genesee County (KGVQ). Both were passable but not great. I flew the first bit of the VOR-A approach into Canadiagua (D38) just to get some experience flying a VOR radial again.

My feeling is that I’m still rusty, and I’m going to need at least one more flight before I’m ready to do my club annual ride. And then I’m going to need to do 6 approaches with a CFI-I or a IPC in order to get instrument current again.

The Dakota is a nice plane, but I miss my Lance. I felt perfectly at home flying that plane, but not so much with this one.

Ok, the sky is actually clearing up a bit, and there are lots of blue patches. But on the other hand, it’s cold out, and I’m tired, and I’ve decided today is not the day to go flying for the first time since November.

I was just reading the story of British Airways Flight 9 on Wikipedia. I hope that some day when I get into difficulty as a pilot, I’m as calm as Captain Moody:

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped. We are doing our damnedest to get them going again. I trust you are not in too much distress.

That’s just beat out Captain Al Haynes “You want to be particular and make it a runway, huh?” as my favourite aviation quote.

Ok, I missed last year. I really want to go again, and I really want to fly. But we don’t have a Lance any more and somebody already booked the Dakota, so I’m going to have to be *really* careful about weight if I’m planning to go in an Archer. The other problem is that last time I went we camped, but after a day walking around I’m in incredible pain and I was damn near useless around the camp, and I felt bad about letting Mark do all the work. Maybe what I should do is pack a tent, a sleeping bag, and a bike to get to the Chinese buffet place across the road? Or maybe I should fly in, but park in GAP (General Aviation Parking) and find a place in one of the dorms or something?

I’m also thinking that sacrilege of sacrilege, I might not go for the whole week. Maybe come in Saturday before things get started, stay for Jay Hoeneck’s famous party on Wednesday, and leave on Thursday. Much as I hate to admit it, the air shows get pretty repetitive after 4 or 5 days, and unless you’re specifically in the market for something, you can see it all in that time as well. Plus, when I stay the full week I’m in real danger of getting talked into buying a kit. After all, I built a canoe from scratch, how much harder could an airplane be? Oh, that much harder? Ok, never mind then.