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Richard Digits
Flying the family back from Branson this morning, the fuel pressure gauge was fluctuating again (https://www.pilotsofamerica.com/com...uel-pressure-fluctuation.130941/#post-3055164). Didn't think much of it until I felt the airplane surge a bit. It was nearly imperceptible at first, but eventually it became obvious we had a problem as the egt and fuel flow also were bouncing around more than usual.
I tried troubleshooting it when I probably should've put it down, but it was still making power and there weren't any good options. I decided if I didn't get it sorted by SUS (west side of st louis) I'd land there.
Of course it got worse. I told Stl approach i needed to divert, and answered the "souls on board" and "fuel remaining" questions. Teresa told me that's what got her scared as apparently she's heard that in some videos shes seen me watch...
Approach told me to descend and I told them I'd stay where I was, as the one thing the lance is really good at is descending fast. It eventually got bad enough that we were losing speed, but by then we were within gliding distance. The only weird thing is that approach seemingly forgot about us. I called them multiple times to clarify if I was cleared to descend and fly the visual, especially as there was other traffic still inbound to sus, but they were too busy talking to an air tractor(why is it always an air tractor?). I suppose I should've squawked 7700 to remind him, but honestly flying the airplane was consuming all my clock cycles. I eventually gave up and switched to tower. They were aware of the situation and cleared me to land. I was about 3000' agl in the downwind and went power idle and put her down just a bit past the td markers.
The kids thought we were home until they saw the firetrucks. Exchanged info with them. Apparently tower wanted my phone number, but never called (story of my life). Not sure if I should file an asrs on switching away from approach without being told. I guess it wouldn't hurt. Then the rigamarol of getting a rental car which entailed a trip across town to lambert, and the 3 hour drive home turned a 2 hour flight into a 10 hour ordeal. I'd forgotten how much I hate driving.
Now to deal with a long distance airplane repair.
Airplanes.
I tried troubleshooting it when I probably should've put it down, but it was still making power and there weren't any good options. I decided if I didn't get it sorted by SUS (west side of st louis) I'd land there.
Of course it got worse. I told Stl approach i needed to divert, and answered the "souls on board" and "fuel remaining" questions. Teresa told me that's what got her scared as apparently she's heard that in some videos shes seen me watch...
Approach told me to descend and I told them I'd stay where I was, as the one thing the lance is really good at is descending fast. It eventually got bad enough that we were losing speed, but by then we were within gliding distance. The only weird thing is that approach seemingly forgot about us. I called them multiple times to clarify if I was cleared to descend and fly the visual, especially as there was other traffic still inbound to sus, but they were too busy talking to an air tractor(why is it always an air tractor?). I suppose I should've squawked 7700 to remind him, but honestly flying the airplane was consuming all my clock cycles. I eventually gave up and switched to tower. They were aware of the situation and cleared me to land. I was about 3000' agl in the downwind and went power idle and put her down just a bit past the td markers.
The kids thought we were home until they saw the firetrucks. Exchanged info with them. Apparently tower wanted my phone number, but never called (story of my life). Not sure if I should file an asrs on switching away from approach without being told. I guess it wouldn't hurt. Then the rigamarol of getting a rental car which entailed a trip across town to lambert, and the 3 hour drive home turned a 2 hour flight into a 10 hour ordeal. I'd forgotten how much I hate driving.
Now to deal with a long distance airplane repair.
Airplanes.