Made it home safe -- but it I can't say it was never in doubt. We stopped for gas and lunch at Louisville Bowman. Had a good salad (Fran) and sub (Ron) at Bearno's (Mazzoni's is closed on Sundays) and got back in. Taxied out, all systems go, cleared onto runway 6 for departure, power up, rotate, climbing out, 100 feet, 85 knots...
...and the engine rolls back to 2000 RPM, and there’s NO place to go straight ahead. Now what?
No warning, everything ops normal, and the engine just suddenly sagged, and the plane stopped climbing. My first thought was “land straight ahead,” but there was no way we could do that (too far down the runway and too high), and the dense trees past the departure end looked very inhospitable and I didn’t think I could clear them. The engine was still running, I had good speed and a bit of altitude (which I could hold even if I couldn’t climb), so keying the mike and hollering “Mayday Mayday Mayday,” I looked around and saw that I could make a 270 to the left back onto Runway 14, and that’s what I did.
My big thought was “keep the speed up” so I could maneuver without stalling, but at the same time thinking that if I started to run out of energy, I’d just level the wings and land on whatever surface there was ahead no matter how bad it looked. We made the turn, but I was a bit slow picking up the left wing, and scraped the wing tip on the runway before touching down. There was enough room to stop with the brakes without skidding, and clear the runway.
Whew.
Taxied to the parking area we’d just left a couple of minutes before, shut down, and just sat there.
In retrospect, while having survived the experience suggest that I didn’t make the wrong decision, I’m not sure I made the best one. I had enough speed, power, and altitude for a 180, but no way to do the “impossible turn” to get back onto the runway from which I had departed. I might have been better off landing in the grass parallel to the departure runway, but we were crossing a lot of things which looked like they could flip us, and so I continued to the runway I thought I could make, with Plan B (in event of further power loss) as discussed above – level the wings and land on whatever was there under control.
Damage to the airplane was minimal – a quarter-sized scrape on the lower front of the left wingtip and a bit larger area scraped off the back corner. No indication of any wing structural damage, no marks on the aileron, no play in the aileron, no fuel leaking from the full tanks the next day when I went back to start figuring out what to do next.
What happened? Can’t be entirely sure, but after several phone conversations with David Fletcher, Bill Scott, and Bob Steward and a number of engine test runs and component examinations, I believe the air filter slipped out of position in the airbox and part of the foam tape used to buffer the filter against the air box front wall got into the carb throat. The filter was laying against the access door when I opened it, and when I pulled it out, half the circumference of the foam tape was trailing loose. Now, that could have been pulled loose by the removal process, but there’s no way to be sure. In addition, there was no aluminum bracket or phenolic block on the access door to hold the filter where it belongs – and no indication (i.e., rivet holes in the door) to suggest there ever was. David is researching this further, and this is something I intend to follow up on as a fleet wide issue.
We did a lot of other checks – the spark plugs were clean, with no sign of lead, carbon, or oil. We (the three wise men and I) decided that the best thing to do was put the air filter in the baggage compartment rather than the engine compartment and try it again. Engine run-ups and carb/mixture checks were all normal other than idling a bit higher than Bill Scott says it should (800 vs 650) and a somewhat higher than normal RPM rise during leaning at 1000 RPM (but not any other setting, David and Bill disagree on whether that’s significant or not). For logistical reasons, Fran and Duke departed Louisville in a one-way rental car mid-morning, so I was solo for the trouble-shooting and testing. After a few high-speed taxi runs, I took the plane up, circled the field a few times, and headed east. Four totally uneventful hours later, 22RL and I were home (Fran and Duke are still somewhere out on the highway).
Lessons learned? Sorry, gang – ain’t had time for the analysis, just the narrative. I will say that I think my fighter training was important in being dead set on keeping my energy up and not being afraid of low level maneuvering. In addition, a lot of hours of “feel” came into play – I did not once look inside the cockpit after the initial look at the engine indications. It was all outside, looking at the terrain and obstacles, and flying by feel of how much AOA I was pulling, and being able to project my flight path over the ground (ground reference maneuvers, anyone?).
That’s as much as I can write tonight. Keep it safe.