Lesson #4 — .9 hours (5 total)
Today's lesson began with a good chat about traffic patterns and about what we would be practicing during the flight—Dutch Rolls, power-on stalls, power-off stalls, and power-off descents. I expressed my desire to find a big grass strip and fly 50 patterns—and I emphasized I wasn't exaggerating—doing 50 landings and 50 takeoffs. Oh, and let's please not have a road right next to the runway with a house on the other side. The reply I received was that the grass strip we went into on the last flight was actually pretty good sized and there's always going to be roads, houses, and other things nearby. That was slightly deflating, but he assured me there'd be lots of practice, not only onto grass, but also onto dirt, and, of course, asphalt.
After talking about how we'd depart, we got in the plane and I taxied us to the run-up area where we got ready to go. After going through the CIGARS acronym, I taxied us up to the hold-short line where he applied the brakes and I made the radio call. "Pierce County Traffic, Luscombe 1813-Kilo, taking off runway 35, climbing departure to the south, Pierce County." I may not have gotten it quite right, but it's only my second call. However, after 2 calls, I don't believe radio work will be a problem. I'll certainly need to practice announcing on my feet, though.
Another plane announced that he was turning base, and I told my instructor that I wasn't comfortable hurrying and maybe we should wait. He said we could be waiting all day. I still couldn't see the other plane in front of my wing, so I applied throttle and began moving toward the runway. Of course, right about then, the other plane appeared. I got us lined up pretty quickly when I heard "I hope that plane that just taxied out onto the runway is going to get moving" or something to that effect. I hadn't dilly dallied and I didn't. I applied full power, kept the nose pretty straight, got the tail up, and then promptly began swerving back and forth across the runway (a bit of panic at work, I believe). Even though I know better, I think it's intuitive to move the stick back and forth to steer. The instructor told me that's what I was doing, although I didn't know it at the time. It was somewhat exciting, but we got off and up, and began climbing out over the runway to the north (runway 35). Probably when we were over the numbers, another plane appeared directly off to our left. I pointed that direction and said "the other guy went around." The instructor said he was probably ****ed and I said I think he could've landed. The other guy didn't make a radio call of going around and the instructor said he should've been off to our right, not our left.
So, we turned crosswind, then base, and I continued to climb up to 2,500 (up from a field elevation of around 500), and then head south to the practice area. I stared off with a series of Dutch Rolls. For the most part, coordinated flight seems relatively easy to me. Move the stick? Step on the pedal. I know there are a few instances where I'm not coordinated, but I usually sense it. Sometimes, the instructor points it out.
We did some shallow turns, some steep turns, 90, 180, and 360, and I kept working on maintaining my altitude, not nearly always successfully. On occasion, I'm way out of whack. More often than not, though, I think I'm keeping it within 100 of the target. The instructor wants me to do better than that though, and he puts it in no uncertain terms. I'm perfectly happy to try and keep it much closer than within 100 feet. Need more practice.
Over just a few seconds, my instructor's voice faded until I couldn't hear it. I surmised that the 9-volt battery in the cheapo intercom system that the plane came with might be toast. I asked the instructor to fly the plane and I reached over and removed from the left door pocket a battery which I had placed there for just this purpose. I removed the battery from the intercom and put the new one in. Bam! Intercom was back!
He told me to bring the power back to 1,500 and let the airspeed come back to 70 mph, then come back to idle and descend while turning, holding the airspeed at 70 mph. After we got down to 70 mph, I pulled carb heat, then throttle. I held airspeed pretty good, and turned while descending. After we were as low as he wanted us, I pushed the throttle back in. Nothing happened. I thought that was odd. I pulled it back out, thinking maybe I had pushed it in too quickly and it just hadn't caught up yet. Of course, in reality, it should've caught up during the few seconds the throttle was in. I pushed it in again. Nothing. Nothing but ice, that is. A few seconds later, the engine RPMs (I've always thought that should be RsPM) increased to what I would've expected in the first place. I proceeded to push the carb heat back in, and we climbed back up to altitude. Crystal clear day and very chilly. No visible moisture in the air, but it would seem it was there. That was interesting. Got my attention. My instructor later told me it had gotten his, too.
After flying around some more, the radio died again. We both fiddled with it quite a bit. I kept reminding myself to fly the plane. I've come to the clear understanding that this instructor is always expecting
me to fly the plane. If we're within a hair's breadth of death, he'll save us, but otherwise, it's up to me. So, I kept flying. He was getting radio reception, but I never could hear anything for the remainder of the flight. We ended up going back to the field prematurely, but I certainly wasn't comfortable flying without being able to communicate with my instructor. He later told me when he learned to fly, they didn't even have radios, or they had a hand-held mic with a speaker and just yelled back and forth. He learned to fly when he was 16. That was 67 years ago. Apparently, he was able to use the radio, so he made the calls.
He told me we needed to be at 2,000 feet when we're over the Boeing plant, and pointed to a group of large buildings. I descended from 3,000 to 2,000. Not a perfect descent, but I got us there (okay, a couple hundred feet
past there, but then got us back up). At another point a little farther on, I turned right 90 degrees, got us down to pattern altitude, and entered the downwind on a 45. I'm still trying to remember when to use which throttle setting to get us down to which speed during which part of the pattern, but, in any event, I got us on final, although I had to make a few lateral adjustments to line us up. When we were maybe a quarter mile out, he said we were low—I didn't really know, although when he pointed to the PAPI and there were 4 reds, I said "Oh, yeah!"—so I increased the throttle just a bit for just a bit, then brought it back, then, shortly thereafter, to pulled it to idle.
As we got closer to the ground, I craned my neck and forced myself to look as far down the runway as possible. I slowly pulled back on the stick. As I thought we were about to touch down, I pulled back more. In actuality, too much. We began climbing, not difficult to sense. I though, "Oh, crap. Now I'm going to stall it and drop it in." I eased off the pressure, and we came in a little bit hard, but not too bad. Still struggling to keep it straight, the instructor hopped on the pedals some. As we slowed down, it became just me on the pedals. After showing my wife the video of me zigzagging all over the runway, she said "I thought you were a pilot, not a fish." Yeah, hilarious.
I'm starting to see what he's up to. Power-on stalls, power-off stalls, descending turns at 70 mph, and so on. I know that this will, at some point, lead to the solo. Before that, however, I'm going to fly my instructor's 140 from the left seat. He'll have brakes on the right, and I can get a feel for sitting on the left and driving with my left hand. After that, I'll fly my Luscombe from the left seat. I wanted to solo by 5 hours. Now I realize what an absurd idea that was. Frankly, I'm not in that big a hurry anymore. He's says I'm timid, and I know it. It was way easier in my head!
Mt. Rainier was, as always, absolutely stunning today. I can't wait for the day when I'm actually able to enjoy it from the plane.
Jay
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