Yesterday we had a GREAT flight. 2.8 hours of approaches, a mixed bag of VOR's GPS's ILS's and other alphabetical letters. In rough winds, even! The MFD and GPS failed a few times, other stuff failed here and there. It was the kind of flight where it took an hour for me to "come down" after the plane already had. I was starting to get the rhythm. I was pumped and feeling like superpilot.
The thing about "superpilot" days is that they are always followed immediately by "ohmigod I'll never be good at this" days. So today out come the soap dish instrument cover thingys.
AAAAAAAUUUGGG!!
1.7 hours of approaches in the same turbulence and kickin' winds as yesterday, but this time ALL partial-panel. Felt more like 2.5 hours. Sounds kind of like a "wind chill" for Hobbs time... "that was 1.7 hours, but it FELT LIKE..."
ATC must've thought I was a total crazypilot. Course wandering all over the place. Too busy to report in when I was supposed to. "Err... I passed GOZZR a few minutes ago I think..." Good thing I was also too busy to care what they thought of me. (Is it appropriate to tell ATC that you're partial panel if it's just practice approaches in VFR? Would they care?)
*sigh* Tired. Foggles make my temples hurt, and make my neck stiff. Why do they put the RAIM check tucked away on some obscure fourth page of the seventh chapter of the GPS?
Sometimes I wonder if people would fly in airliners if they could hear the stuff that pilots talk about. Like VFR pilots trying to figure out where they are on a map: "I think that's Portland down there." "No it isn't." "Sure it is, are you nuts?" "It's, like, the biggest city in Maine, dude!" Or like me today flirting with full deflection on a localizer: "C'mon, I'm losing it! I'M LOSING IT! Dammit we're hosed!"
Well, time for bed...
--Kath
The thing about "superpilot" days is that they are always followed immediately by "ohmigod I'll never be good at this" days. So today out come the soap dish instrument cover thingys.
AAAAAAAUUUGGG!!
1.7 hours of approaches in the same turbulence and kickin' winds as yesterday, but this time ALL partial-panel. Felt more like 2.5 hours. Sounds kind of like a "wind chill" for Hobbs time... "that was 1.7 hours, but it FELT LIKE..."
ATC must've thought I was a total crazypilot. Course wandering all over the place. Too busy to report in when I was supposed to. "Err... I passed GOZZR a few minutes ago I think..." Good thing I was also too busy to care what they thought of me. (Is it appropriate to tell ATC that you're partial panel if it's just practice approaches in VFR? Would they care?)
*sigh* Tired. Foggles make my temples hurt, and make my neck stiff. Why do they put the RAIM check tucked away on some obscure fourth page of the seventh chapter of the GPS?
Sometimes I wonder if people would fly in airliners if they could hear the stuff that pilots talk about. Like VFR pilots trying to figure out where they are on a map: "I think that's Portland down there." "No it isn't." "Sure it is, are you nuts?" "It's, like, the biggest city in Maine, dude!" Or like me today flirting with full deflection on a localizer: "C'mon, I'm losing it! I'M LOSING IT! Dammit we're hosed!"
Well, time for bed...
--Kath