There I was...sorry, couldn't help it.
It was my second solo cross country and my first in the 172. I had about 30 hours total time. I took off from Z98 and went to MKG, LAN, and then GRR returning back to Z98. There was a cold frount to be moving in, but I should have beaten it in by at least 3-4 hours. I dialed up the AWOS at Tulip City (BIV) only about 5 miles SW and they said winds were at 290 @ 10. The runway at Z98 is 2/20. 90º x-wind no matter what. My instructor was on the ground waiting for me with a hand held. I says "Hey, these winds are over what you have me signed off for." "Don't worry about it, it's only 1 kt, and if you can't make it, go over to Tulip City and I'll get the plane."
Well, I never got lined up properly on the first pass, and I thought it seemed more than 10kt cross, but it is my first time alone in this plane so maybe I'm just not used to it. So I went around and got lined up again. Everything is stable, centerline is there, numbers are still in the windscreen. Hmm...this seems like quite a bit of slip I'm needing to use. I see my instructor watching me on the ramp, and he's not saying anything on the radio or waving me off, so I proceed in. Slide in over the numbers on 20, left wheel down, right wheel down, main wheel down still holding in full left ailerons....
WHOA...my ass end is lifting up! (Remember that cold front that was supposed to be here 3 hours later?) It's called wind shear and a gust came out of the (I think the) SW and lifted the tail, and the right wheel started to come off the ground. All I could see is asphalt in the windscreen. I pulled the yoke back as hard as I could all the way to the stop, and I was just waiting for the sound of metal hitting concrete. The prop never hit, but I can't imagine that there was much clearance left. Then I could see the end of the runway again, and I breathed a sigh of relief and started to apply the brakes. That sudden tailwind gave me a little burst of forward speed. But the ordeal wasn't over yet...oh no, that would be too simple. Now with a GS of about 50+ knots, the right brake partially LOCKS on me. I can hear the right tire squealing and the plane is starting to veer off the runway. So now my feet are dancing on the pedals. Hard left brake, now it's going left, let it up, back to the right a little, more left, less left...
Finally after weaving like a sidewinder down the runway, I got it to come to a stop. The right brake was still partially locked and then after a couple good stomps on the pedal it came loose. Back taxi and finally get it to the tiedown. My (bush pilot) instructor says with a grin on his face,
"Looks like you had a little fun out there."
"Yeah, there is no way those winds are only ten knots!! And then the brake locked up!!"
"I wondered what was going on."
"Me too!"
"Well, of all the students we have, I'm glad it was you in the plane, no one else out here would have handled it."
We figured the winds were probably about 25kts. Scary, but I think that single experienced made me a better pilot. The brake issue happened again with him and I in the plane, and we grounded it.