Hello all, new student pilot here. Warning: it's long. But if you have time to kill I'd appreciate any advice, insight and "it could be worse" stories.
I've been enjoying my flight training so far, though it was a great disappointment to discover that I am not a natural born pilot by any stretch of the imagination. I've been wanting to fly for so long and I finally saved up the money and set aside the time to do it. I have somewhere in the range of 15-20 hours (I don't want to add them up since I hate the competitive mentality of "I soloed in 8 hours and passed at 40 hours." My flying is all about ME and I will get there when I'm good and ready. Also the airspace here is quite crowded under Class Bravo and we've definitely been limited at times in practicing maneuvers because of it. The upside is that I'm totally confident on the radio due to all the practice)
Up until this week I've been quite spoiled by nice weather, so on Wednesday I had the unpleasant first experience of turbulence in a C152. I felt like we were bouncing all over the place and had a death grip on the yoke, but my instructor told me "This is nothing" and it was quite normal for the C152. There was a 9KT crosswind taking off so we planned to fly to a different airport with less crosswind to work on the pattern. But as soon as we arrived the wind changed and we had a 12KT crosswind gusting to 18KT. Oh well, time to make lemonade and practice crosswind landings sooner than planned. My instructor did all the flares/touchdowns and I just did my best to keep the approach somewhat in the vicinity of the runway.
We had an early morning flight Friday, no wind and it was awesome. We stayed in the traffic pattern and my instructor didn't need to touch the controls once, I had one go around when I overshot the approach, but all the other landings were pretty good. I left feeling great.
And then today we went for an afternoon flight. A little wind but it wasn't too far off the runway heading. We had to fly the other 152 today, which is a couple years newer and there are a few very minor differences. It made me feel a bit stupid during startup and runup as I was trying to figure out how to turn on the radio, stuff like that (plus if you can't hear anything you're instructor is saying it just might be because you forgot to plug your headset in )
So we take off and it's a bit sloppy. Compared to the older 152, this new plane's yoke feels a bit looser and it needs more right rudder, so it was a bit disorienting. As soon as we get airborne there is a nonstop barrage of turbulence. I know it's nothing to write home about but aside from Wednesday I've only flown in really smooth air and it's just one more difference throwing me off. Then the stall warning horn goes off briefly and I'm jolted back to thinking: eyes outside, keep that pitch and airspeed consistent
Okay, finally time to head out to the practice area. I'm a dunce and have to be reminded when to keep climbing (Bravo changes from 1500' to 4000' as soon as we turn). So now I'm feeling pretty stupid and incompetent, not to mention my stomach is in knots from the turbulence knocking us around.
Perfect time to practice my favorite thing, right? Stalls. I've got the power off stalls down just fine, so we're just going to do one of those to warm up before it's time to move on. But it ends up being really sloppy since the flap control in this plane doesn't have those handy little notches that keep it firmly at 10, 20 or 30. Every time I adjust the flaps I have to peek over at it and make sure I'm at the right flap setting. Which means the nose of the plane keeps drifting whenever my eyes are inside.
After several of those I finally got my s*** together and did some halfway decent power off stalls. Time for the real torture to begin: power on stalls . I had been feeling much better about those but today the turbulence is still bouncing us around. Remember how this plane needs more right rudder? I sure didn't. Needless to say when we stalled the left wing dropped and I was like and cranked the yoke to the right. So it was time for lots more of those. First I needed more right rudder or we'd break to the left. Then I was overcorrecting with right rudder and we'd end up breaking right. Then I was jumping the gun and recovering at the first hint of buffeting, long before we even stalled.
My instructor is annoyingly calm and patient during all of this (which makes me feel worse because he is an awesome instructor and I must really suck at flying) and his policy is to not touch the controls unless I've really f***ed it up so I have to learn how to fix my mistakes. I'm sure I'll appreciate this teaching later down the road but right then all I wanted was to give him the controls and get back on the ground.
At long last, my feet were safely back on the ground and I was able to take a deep breath. Wow, I was so tense my right hand had cramped up from my death grip on the throttle (had been focusing on keeping left hand loose on the yoke)
As I'm putting the plane away two of the other young pilots are talking about hours and how they soloed in x hours and took checkrides in x hours. I am a really competitive person and from other sports I know how easy it is to lose enjoyment when you start feeling like you're in a competition with someone else. That's the big reason why I haven't been counting my hours, because I know I'm not a natural pilot and it's going to take me longer to feel safe and confident.
I feel better writing this all out (sorry, I know it's long) since it's pretty clear to me now that the additional factors of wind/turbulence and the slightly different handling/feel of this 152 is what threw me off my game initially and I just didn't recover from that. But as someone who has dreamed of flying for so long and invested a lot of time and money into training, it's really frustrating to have a bad day.
I have another flight on Monday so fingers crossed I do better.
I've been enjoying my flight training so far, though it was a great disappointment to discover that I am not a natural born pilot by any stretch of the imagination. I've been wanting to fly for so long and I finally saved up the money and set aside the time to do it. I have somewhere in the range of 15-20 hours (I don't want to add them up since I hate the competitive mentality of "I soloed in 8 hours and passed at 40 hours." My flying is all about ME and I will get there when I'm good and ready. Also the airspace here is quite crowded under Class Bravo and we've definitely been limited at times in practicing maneuvers because of it. The upside is that I'm totally confident on the radio due to all the practice)
Up until this week I've been quite spoiled by nice weather, so on Wednesday I had the unpleasant first experience of turbulence in a C152. I felt like we were bouncing all over the place and had a death grip on the yoke, but my instructor told me "This is nothing" and it was quite normal for the C152. There was a 9KT crosswind taking off so we planned to fly to a different airport with less crosswind to work on the pattern. But as soon as we arrived the wind changed and we had a 12KT crosswind gusting to 18KT. Oh well, time to make lemonade and practice crosswind landings sooner than planned. My instructor did all the flares/touchdowns and I just did my best to keep the approach somewhat in the vicinity of the runway.
We had an early morning flight Friday, no wind and it was awesome. We stayed in the traffic pattern and my instructor didn't need to touch the controls once, I had one go around when I overshot the approach, but all the other landings were pretty good. I left feeling great.
And then today we went for an afternoon flight. A little wind but it wasn't too far off the runway heading. We had to fly the other 152 today, which is a couple years newer and there are a few very minor differences. It made me feel a bit stupid during startup and runup as I was trying to figure out how to turn on the radio, stuff like that (plus if you can't hear anything you're instructor is saying it just might be because you forgot to plug your headset in )
So we take off and it's a bit sloppy. Compared to the older 152, this new plane's yoke feels a bit looser and it needs more right rudder, so it was a bit disorienting. As soon as we get airborne there is a nonstop barrage of turbulence. I know it's nothing to write home about but aside from Wednesday I've only flown in really smooth air and it's just one more difference throwing me off. Then the stall warning horn goes off briefly and I'm jolted back to thinking: eyes outside, keep that pitch and airspeed consistent
Okay, finally time to head out to the practice area. I'm a dunce and have to be reminded when to keep climbing (Bravo changes from 1500' to 4000' as soon as we turn). So now I'm feeling pretty stupid and incompetent, not to mention my stomach is in knots from the turbulence knocking us around.
Perfect time to practice my favorite thing, right? Stalls. I've got the power off stalls down just fine, so we're just going to do one of those to warm up before it's time to move on. But it ends up being really sloppy since the flap control in this plane doesn't have those handy little notches that keep it firmly at 10, 20 or 30. Every time I adjust the flaps I have to peek over at it and make sure I'm at the right flap setting. Which means the nose of the plane keeps drifting whenever my eyes are inside.
After several of those I finally got my s*** together and did some halfway decent power off stalls. Time for the real torture to begin: power on stalls . I had been feeling much better about those but today the turbulence is still bouncing us around. Remember how this plane needs more right rudder? I sure didn't. Needless to say when we stalled the left wing dropped and I was like and cranked the yoke to the right. So it was time for lots more of those. First I needed more right rudder or we'd break to the left. Then I was overcorrecting with right rudder and we'd end up breaking right. Then I was jumping the gun and recovering at the first hint of buffeting, long before we even stalled.
My instructor is annoyingly calm and patient during all of this (which makes me feel worse because he is an awesome instructor and I must really suck at flying) and his policy is to not touch the controls unless I've really f***ed it up so I have to learn how to fix my mistakes. I'm sure I'll appreciate this teaching later down the road but right then all I wanted was to give him the controls and get back on the ground.
At long last, my feet were safely back on the ground and I was able to take a deep breath. Wow, I was so tense my right hand had cramped up from my death grip on the throttle (had been focusing on keeping left hand loose on the yoke)
As I'm putting the plane away two of the other young pilots are talking about hours and how they soloed in x hours and took checkrides in x hours. I am a really competitive person and from other sports I know how easy it is to lose enjoyment when you start feeling like you're in a competition with someone else. That's the big reason why I haven't been counting my hours, because I know I'm not a natural pilot and it's going to take me longer to feel safe and confident.
I feel better writing this all out (sorry, I know it's long) since it's pretty clear to me now that the additional factors of wind/turbulence and the slightly different handling/feel of this 152 is what threw me off my game initially and I just didn't recover from that. But as someone who has dreamed of flying for so long and invested a lot of time and money into training, it's really frustrating to have a bad day.
I have another flight on Monday so fingers crossed I do better.