Rick Takes To The Air
My name is Rick and I always wanted to fly. I was living in Irving, Texas, when I was able to talk my beautiful wife into letting me take flying lessons. I found out the government would pay for most of the lessons since I was a veteran so I bought the requisite flight computer and the ground instruction training course.
The Red Baron Flying Club
I joined the Red Baron Flying Club since someone told me that was the least expensive way to fly. Lessons were at Red Bird Airport in Dallas. I called, made an appointment, went out and met the individual that was to be my flight instructor, In FAA parlance, he is called a Certified Flight Instructor (CFI). Lessons were an hour long and in a Piper Tri-Pacer. The first flight was exhilarating! When I had 5 lessons, I went out to Red Bird one Saturday morning and was told the plane was unavailable. One of the other students had made a hard landing and broke the bungee cords. These are the spring like cords that allow the landing gear to flex when they contact the ground.
The instructor met with me and apologized. He told me that he was going to have me solo that day. At this point, I had not made a single landing with my hands and feet. His hands were always on the yoke and the rudder pedals. I realized that was a disaster in the making. I was no more ready to solo than Sarah Palin is to become president. I decided right then I was going to become an ex-member of the Red Baron Flying Club. If I was to learn to fly, it would be done the right way, in a professional instructor.
Letting my fingers do the walking through the yellow pages, I found a flight training school at Amon Carter Airport. I called and set up a meeting, went out and met with the gentleman who was going to be my instructor. He told me I would need to get a flight physical and a student license and we would get started. After getting the requirements accomplished and buying a log book and I was all set. We started all over as if I had never seen a plane. The first day, I learned to check the fuel to ensure it had no contaminants such as water in it. This was accomplished by opening a petcock under the wing and catching about half a glass of the fuel, then what to look for. I also learned that different types of avaiation gas were different colors, so that had to be checked.
Finally, we climbed into a shiny Cessna 150 high wing plane. It was supposed to hold 4 persons but they would have to be small with no legs. My instructor had me get out the pre-takeoff check list and we went through that with him showing me what to look for . We never did that at the Red Baron! We did the engine start-up and contacted ground control and received permission to taxi to the FBO (Fixed Base Operator) where you buy fuel and oil. Here I learned to top the tanks of. On the Cessna 150, the tanks were in the wing with gravity flow between the two tanks. We then contacted the tower for permission to taxi to the active runway and take off.
The instructor had me follow him by lightly placing my hands on the yoke (In the olden days and in modern fighter planes, it is a "stick".) and my feet on the rudder pedals. The 150 has what is called a steerable nose wheel done with the feet. It has what is called heel and toe brakes and the nose wheel is controlled by these same rudder pedals while on the ground. After getting clearance from the tower, we began our take off roll with my instructor pointing out you had to add a lot of pressure on the right rudder pedal to avoid slewing to the right due to torque from the engine. We lifted off and away we went. I felt far more safe and secure than I did with Ye Old Red Baron Flying Club.
We had a designated practice area for practicing various manuevers required for a flying lessons. We did what seemed like endless turns around a point, where you selected a point off a wing and began doing turns around that point. The purpose of this was to show how wind drift affects a plane. Another manuever was "Esses" across a road where you cross back and forth over a road in a pattern similar to an "S". Mine were more like 5's than S'es. Another manuever was flying in 360 degree cicles, the point being to maintain your altitude. I remember doing that one day and the instructor said "that one was perfect". I had hit my own turbulence on the next turn!
I was taught stall recovery. A stall is what happens when you are at such an angle of attack the wings lose lift and you fall off and head downwards. It's scary because to recover you must lower the nose which seems backwards because you are going down nose first. It works though but I had one problem, during the approach to a stall I let the nose wander due to trying to control with the ailerons. The instructor told me I really needed to stop that since it could cause you to spin. Sure enough, my plane went into a spin one day and he let me do a three turn spin before recovering for me. Recovery from a spin is essentially as recovery from a stall. You add power and lower the nose.
During my 10th hour, we were shooting touch and go landings (You come down, let the wheels touch and then go to takeoff power and go back around.) when my instructor told the tower the upcoming landing would be a full stop. After I landed and turned off the runway and was headed to the plane parking area, he told me to let him out at the tower. When I did this, he told me to take it around for 3 more landings. It didn't dawn on me what this meant. I contacted the tower, got the proper permissions and began my takeoff roll. The plane lifted off a good bit quicker than with two persons aboard. I made the authorized turn and began the downwind landing for the first touch and go. All of a sudden, I realized the right seat was empty and I would have to get this machine back on the ground safely, The key word being safely. To make a long story short I my three landings were "greasers" or painted on, they were so smooth.
There is more to my flying saga but I will leave that for another time and story.