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Line Up and Wait
My 12 y/o daughter got a new camera a couple of weeks ago that she wanted to break in so we decided to go flying from Farmingdale (FRG) to the Hudson corridor in a Cherokee 160. Preflight was normal, both tanks full, fuel was good.
This morning (Saturday 9am), FRG was the busiest that I have ever seen. So many planes for takeoff, it was almost an hour wait from the ready to taxi to takeoff. I was not cleared to leave the ramp because there was no space on TWY B and run-up for RWY 1. After 20-30 minutes, I was cleared to taxi and run-up. After the run-up, there was another 20-25 minute waiting holding short for TO (I was #6 or 7 if you count both sides). Everything was normal on the run-up. I departed FRG to the southwest towards Jones Beach and the LI shoreline. I maintained about 1000 until I got close to JFK Bravo, and descended to 400 and called JFK Tower. They are using 31's so they could not clear any higher. No prob, done it many times before.
I got through (under) the Bravo with no issues. As I went full power and started climbing around Coney Island and with Verrazano ahead of me, the engine started running rough and I heard a loud metal on metal clink ever few seconds. It was running pretty rough, the whole plane was shaking. I was at 2350-2400 the whole time but when I went full power to climb, it dropped to just under 2000. I thought maybe it was carb ice, so I put in the carb heat. It the RPM dropped about 50 more (expected) but didn't get any better after a minute or two. It was too cold (44*) and only 30% humidity to ice up but I thought I would give it a shot. I switched tanks, no change. I was barely climbing at 100-200 fpm. I thought the engine would go any minute. Oil and fuel pressures was in the green. Oil temp too. I was out of things to try. Only the RPM was down and the metal clinking sounds that were abnormal.
I wasn't sure that I could climb enough to clear the bridge and there is no place to even consider landing past Verrazano that wouldn't be water, filled with cars, or filled with tourists. So I made a pretty steep right 360 towards Brooklyn (instead of left over the water) as I was only at 700-800. And started heading back towards JFK Bravo. I had just finished talking to them, so I told them that I turned around due to engine trouble and heading back to FRG. She gave me a new squak code and let me stay up to 1000, instead of the 500. She asked the usual "# of souls on board". That's always so creepy. At one point, I though about declaring and turning towards JFK 4L which was a mere 2.2 miles away and directly at my 9 o'clock. But I figured worse comes to worst, I will put it down on the beach (or one of the several large parking lots by the beach since I noticed they were mostly empty as we were heading west.)
I kept chugging along with a clicking sounds and rough engine at full power just to keep my speed (90) and altitude 1000. I turned off the carb heat to squeeze every last RPM out of the thing since it wasn't carb ice. Abeam Jones Beach Monument, I called FRG tower and they already knew I was coming in (JFK tower called them and let them know that I was coming, very nice of them, I appreciated it). I was cleared straight in for RWY 1. He got everybody out of the way and I was cleared to land around the inner shore. It was a 5 mile final over land with few viable landing options, so I sacrificed a little speed and gained about 500-600 feet just in case.
As we landed, the rescue trucks were waiting at the end edge of the taxiway. Taxied back to the flight school that I rent from and one of the trucks parralled us on the service road. When I parked the truck came over and one of the guys came out and asked for my PPL and medical. He wrote it all down, said he needed it for the report. I gotta admit that my kndees were a little wobbly afterwards. I'm usually pretty calm and collected but it rattled me. But nothing bad. I asked my daughter afterwards if she was nervous as she herad everything, but she said no because she looked at me and I'didn't look nervous, so she went back to reading her book. LOL
Including training, I've had 110 flights with no issues, so I was due. I'm glad the engine held together and all turned out to be nothing. I don't know if the tower might have declared for me because I didn't and the rescue guy needed my info. I heard it's for their records once they mobilize a rescue truck. I'm told that I should expect a call from FAA about what happened. Any ideas/suggestions when it comes to that?
EDIT: Upon inspection, the mechanics found a cracked cylinder head.
This morning (Saturday 9am), FRG was the busiest that I have ever seen. So many planes for takeoff, it was almost an hour wait from the ready to taxi to takeoff. I was not cleared to leave the ramp because there was no space on TWY B and run-up for RWY 1. After 20-30 minutes, I was cleared to taxi and run-up. After the run-up, there was another 20-25 minute waiting holding short for TO (I was #6 or 7 if you count both sides). Everything was normal on the run-up. I departed FRG to the southwest towards Jones Beach and the LI shoreline. I maintained about 1000 until I got close to JFK Bravo, and descended to 400 and called JFK Tower. They are using 31's so they could not clear any higher. No prob, done it many times before.
I got through (under) the Bravo with no issues. As I went full power and started climbing around Coney Island and with Verrazano ahead of me, the engine started running rough and I heard a loud metal on metal clink ever few seconds. It was running pretty rough, the whole plane was shaking. I was at 2350-2400 the whole time but when I went full power to climb, it dropped to just under 2000. I thought maybe it was carb ice, so I put in the carb heat. It the RPM dropped about 50 more (expected) but didn't get any better after a minute or two. It was too cold (44*) and only 30% humidity to ice up but I thought I would give it a shot. I switched tanks, no change. I was barely climbing at 100-200 fpm. I thought the engine would go any minute. Oil and fuel pressures was in the green. Oil temp too. I was out of things to try. Only the RPM was down and the metal clinking sounds that were abnormal.
I wasn't sure that I could climb enough to clear the bridge and there is no place to even consider landing past Verrazano that wouldn't be water, filled with cars, or filled with tourists. So I made a pretty steep right 360 towards Brooklyn (instead of left over the water) as I was only at 700-800. And started heading back towards JFK Bravo. I had just finished talking to them, so I told them that I turned around due to engine trouble and heading back to FRG. She gave me a new squak code and let me stay up to 1000, instead of the 500. She asked the usual "# of souls on board". That's always so creepy. At one point, I though about declaring and turning towards JFK 4L which was a mere 2.2 miles away and directly at my 9 o'clock. But I figured worse comes to worst, I will put it down on the beach (or one of the several large parking lots by the beach since I noticed they were mostly empty as we were heading west.)
I kept chugging along with a clicking sounds and rough engine at full power just to keep my speed (90) and altitude 1000. I turned off the carb heat to squeeze every last RPM out of the thing since it wasn't carb ice. Abeam Jones Beach Monument, I called FRG tower and they already knew I was coming in (JFK tower called them and let them know that I was coming, very nice of them, I appreciated it). I was cleared straight in for RWY 1. He got everybody out of the way and I was cleared to land around the inner shore. It was a 5 mile final over land with few viable landing options, so I sacrificed a little speed and gained about 500-600 feet just in case.
As we landed, the rescue trucks were waiting at the end edge of the taxiway. Taxied back to the flight school that I rent from and one of the trucks parralled us on the service road. When I parked the truck came over and one of the guys came out and asked for my PPL and medical. He wrote it all down, said he needed it for the report. I gotta admit that my kndees were a little wobbly afterwards. I'm usually pretty calm and collected but it rattled me. But nothing bad. I asked my daughter afterwards if she was nervous as she herad everything, but she said no because she looked at me and I'didn't look nervous, so she went back to reading her book. LOL
Including training, I've had 110 flights with no issues, so I was due. I'm glad the engine held together and all turned out to be nothing. I don't know if the tower might have declared for me because I didn't and the rescue guy needed my info. I heard it's for their records once they mobilize a rescue truck. I'm told that I should expect a call from FAA about what happened. Any ideas/suggestions when it comes to that?
EDIT: Upon inspection, the mechanics found a cracked cylinder head.
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