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It can go sideways quickly. Coming home from my first Gaston’s in the club Archer I got boxed in by clouds on all sides at 9500msl. Looking down, I could see the ground clearly, so I started spiraling down.
As I did, lightning flashed across my nose and even through the headsets I heard the thunder. This was pre ADSB pre XM NEXRAD, so as I spiral down I’m looking at the sectional and dialing in radio to get some weather advice. As I’m talking to radio I glanced at the instruments, and I’m at 45* bank rate increasing, airspeed in the yellow approaching the red. At that point I told radio to standby, it was all aviate at that point, I threw everything else out of my mind.
Power to idle, shock cooling be damned, shallowed the bank, and gave a gentle pull to get airspeed back into the green. I continued to watch the instruments like my life depended on it until I was down to the base of the clouds. Radio then gave me a vector away from the storm and I flew the rest of the way home with my tail between my legs.
I called my CFII the very next day and began instrument training. Never again, I very well could have been that guy that day.
As I did, lightning flashed across my nose and even through the headsets I heard the thunder. This was pre ADSB pre XM NEXRAD, so as I spiral down I’m looking at the sectional and dialing in radio to get some weather advice. As I’m talking to radio I glanced at the instruments, and I’m at 45* bank rate increasing, airspeed in the yellow approaching the red. At that point I told radio to standby, it was all aviate at that point, I threw everything else out of my mind.
Power to idle, shock cooling be damned, shallowed the bank, and gave a gentle pull to get airspeed back into the green. I continued to watch the instruments like my life depended on it until I was down to the base of the clouds. Radio then gave me a vector away from the storm and I flew the rest of the way home with my tail between my legs.
I called my CFII the very next day and began instrument training. Never again, I very well could have been that guy that day.