OkieFlyer
En-Route
So I bought this ol' 182 a month or two ago, and haven't had a whole lot of time to fly. I'm right at 100 total hours of flight time, most of which is in a 172, so the 10-12 hours of time in the 182 has mostly just been getting accustomed to the new plane, solo. Well, I had some family down to visit over the weekend, and my dad and bro-in-law wanted to take ride. I felt plenty comfortable to take some pax up for some sight seeing, so I agreed, and off we went to the airport. Upon arrival, I noticed the local group of RC flyers was using the strip, as they often do on nice Saturdays. This might seem odd to some, but we are a small rural community, and there is little traffic most of the time, so the RC guys are allowed to use the airport, provided that they yield to any real aircraft that are around. They are very cautious and courteous, and some are pilots themselves. So anyway, we go flying for an uneventful 45 min. or so and head back to the airport. I make a call that I'm 5 miles out, and the RC guys said they are getting out of the way, and to come on in. "Roger, and thank you," says me. I called my turn to final, and the RC boys called up and said "We are all clear of the runway, and the taxiway is clear. Wind sock looks straight down the runway at about 10." "Roger, much obliged," I reply. "Oh, by the way, We're all ready to judge. Better make it a good one," sayeth the RC guys. I implored them not to judge too harshly, because I've never landed with a load before. "I've got a 225 pounder up front, and a 275 pounder in the back, and a plane I've only flown a few times. Cut me some slack if I screw it up." "No excuses," exclaimed the RC guy. So I put my game face on and flew the best way I knew how. I flew the approach at about 90 mph, which is faster than I normally fly it. I wasn't sure how different the extra weight would feel. 80 over the fence, flaring over the grass for a touchdown just after the numbers. I was determined to get down and off at the first taxiway, which would surely impress the judges at least a little. It all felt beautiful as I flared and bled off some speed before it settled onto the asphalt. To my passengers, who have never ridden in a small plane before, I was muttering "hold it off, hold it off, hold it off, and"...............squeak.............squeak................squeak. Holy freaking crap! After a text book approach, I let the dang thing bounce, twice, in front of an audience of about 15 folks lined up along the runway, with a front row seat. I was so embarrassed and angry at myself. I begged the forgiveness of the judges and gave them excuses, but the feeling of utter failure could not be shaken. I suck!