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Touchdown! Greaser!
No, I didn't fail the IPC but I did get to experience an actual AI failure. Tony Condon was kind enough to drive all the way to the Minneapolis area last Saturday to renew my IR currency with an IPC in the Baron. Other than a little trouble maintaining altitude on the first attempt of a steep turn things seemed to go OK. But for grins, we decided that Tony would fail my primary AI at some point by pulling the breaker (it's electric). We were both surprised at how long the unpowered gyro maintained it's functionality (and by the fact that I didn't notice the warning flag for several scans). It continued to operate normally for at least several minutes, but eventually started to pitch up and then quickly rolled over about 30 seconds later. That same gyro (Castelbury) also exhibited an unexpected trait during the steep turns (long before we powered it down). Each time when I was about halfway around the turn the AI would show about a 5 degree nose down attitude even though the airplane was actually pitched up slightly. The first time this happened I followed the AI for a bit and was puzzled by the fact that the plane was climbing at 500 FPM with such a nose down attitude. Cross checking with the vacuum powered AI confirmed that the electric AI was lying (Tony confirmed this visually as well). I made a couple more steep turns and the AI issue repeated, I guess I'll have to run this by Castlebury.
For the most part Tony never exhibited any noticeable apprehension about my flying although he did nearly jump into my seat once when we flew through a flock of small birds (no strikes fortunately).
After a "grueling" hour and a half in the air (not really, Tony's pretty laid back), I let Tony take the Porterfield up for a bit with me as a passenger and then we headed (by car) to Don Ingrams' (the operator of a soaring FBO) home near Faribault for an evening of barbecued chicken, lot's of flying talk, tasty deserts, and a nice computer slideshow of pictures Don has taken in and around sailplanes this year.
For the most part Tony never exhibited any noticeable apprehension about my flying although he did nearly jump into my seat once when we flew through a flock of small birds (no strikes fortunately).
After a "grueling" hour and a half in the air (not really, Tony's pretty laid back), I let Tony take the Porterfield up for a bit with me as a passenger and then we headed (by car) to Don Ingrams' (the operator of a soaring FBO) home near Faribault for an evening of barbecued chicken, lot's of flying talk, tasty deserts, and a nice computer slideshow of pictures Don has taken in and around sailplanes this year.