I went to the airport today after work, showed up about 20 minutes early so that I could prep the airplane. The weather was pretty good when I showed up. Mike told me that the winds had been a bit strong and across the runway, but they had died down to about 8 knots out of the north.
We were using a new airplane today since my usual one was in for a maintenance squawk. This airplane had a GPS radio combo which has a nice feature, ground track. I’ve had a tendency to nose in towards the runway on the downwind, but the GPS groundtrack allowed me to get a better read on the actual heading and hold it correctly. It’s a nice crutch that I wont likely be playing with all that much. Another nice thing I used today is a demo lightspeed headset that had noise cancellation. It made the ride a lot nicer since I could hear everyone that much better.
Mike got in the airplane and told me that he was just going to be a passenger today. I said, “well in that case, do you need me to show you how to put on your seatbelt?” He laughed and told me to consider him a knowledgable passenger. I made him close his door.
I called ground and asked for a close pattern on 34R and off we were. I did all of the preflight checks and engine runnup just off the hold line. Everything looked good, although the RPM needle was a bit more unsteady than I’m used to. No problem though, it just seemed like an instrumentation anomaly rather than an engine problem.
I called the tower and got clearance for takeoff. We took off and proceeded with several landings. The first two were a little rough since I ballooned a bit in the flare, but they weren’t too bad. Finally on the third landing, everything clicked again. I was able to get the airplane to just settle very nicely on the ground just as the stall warning was starting to buzz. I probably floated the flare longer than necessary, but who cares…it was smooth as butter. Mike said that if I could do that two more times that he’d let me off on my own.
The next two touch and goes were just as smooth, so I asked for a close approach with a full stop. For the close approach, I pulled the throttle all the way to idle as soon as we were abeam the numbers. I flew a rounded off base and final landing with just 10 degrees of flap. We pulled off the runway, ran through the post-landing checklist and got clearance to taxi over to a wash rack just off the runway. I shut the airplane down and Mike proceeded to mark down my time in my logbook. He gave me a solo endorsement and wished me good luck.
This was it, I’m the only one in the airplane and the only one who would be able to get the airplane down if there was a problem…sweet. I went back through the startup checklist and when I turned the ignition the engine wouldn’t start! The propeller would turn over and it would try to go, but nothing. I pumped the throttle like Mike had shown me, but it just wouldn’t start. Well, the learning never stops. I waved Mike back over to ask for advise since I hadn’t run into that particular issue before. This time when I turned the key, Mike pulled the mixture all the way out for a moment and back in, pumping the throttle brought the engine to life right away. That is part of the procedure you can use for clearing an engine that has too much fuel. I guess I don’t know all the quirks of this particular airplane.
I had no trouble after that and went over to the runway to perform another runup and pre-flight checks. I pulled the airplane onto the runway, pushed the throttle all the way in and accelerated on down. I was committed now. Along with being committed, I was smiling and laughing to myself. I probably would have sounded like a crazy person, but I was having way too much fun…and I didn’t even leave the pattern. I came onto the final approach and got on the glide slope easily. I pulled the throttle to idle as I got to flare height and brought it down. I bounced my first landing! Darn it! It wasn’t the worst I’ve ever had, but it definitely wasn’t the best. I’m going to have to blame it on not having Mike’s weight in the right seat.
I retracted the flaps, pushed the throttle and removed the carb heat. Up and away again. This time I concentrated on having a lighter touch on final approach. Mike had noticed that I often tried to force the airplane to do what I wanted it to do without using enough finesse. Enough finesse? I’m learning here! After a rough landing he gave me a pen to thread through my left hand as I grip the wheel. I quickly found that it was harder to force the airplane around. Of course, I was stubborn enough that I’d just grip even harder. My knuckles hurt after that. After two landings like that, I conceeded to Mike that I should just concentrate on using a lighter touch. Back to the airplane today, I used a lighter touch on the second approach and felt a lot more confident about it. This time I just greased it in. Like a doofus, I gave Mike a thumbs up as I passed by.
The third landing went much like the second. It was smooth and ended with me grinning ear to ear. Pulling off the runway, I went through the post-flight checks and pulled over to Mike. I soloed after 14.4 hours instruction. The 0.4 hours in the air puts me in at 14.8 hours after today. I’d say that is pretty good. We pulled up in front of the parking spot and I pushed the airplane back into position as Mike went inside to get the polaroid. My picture in front of the airplane is now on the wall at Regal Air.
Coming up: cross country flight (flying over a certain distance from the home airport), night flight, night cross country and more solo flight