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Well, it was bound to happen at some point. I have finally encountered my first serious mechanical breakdown, in the sense that it grounded my plane in an unplanned spot.
I had flown out with a couple of colleagues to Phoenix (DVT) on Sunday for a last-minute meeting all day yesterday. As a side note, how cool is it to have my own plane for these kinds of things? considering it was Easter weekend, getting commercial tix last minute like that would have been a nightmare.
Anyway, travel from CCR to DVT took 4.5 hours, mostly because I chose the "southern route" (CCR->BFL ish->DVT, instead of CCR->DVT) which made it a bit longer. Didn't want to deal with the higher Sierra peaks Saturday afternoon, what with the threat of thunderstorms. It was all very pleasant.
Yesterday we took off from DVT to fly back home. Fighting 25kn headwinds the whole way, we finally got to the vicinity of Harris Ranch around 7P, and decided to stop for dinner. All well and good.
Landed at Harris, parked the plane next to the fuel pump while my colleagues went to get a table, and got to work. Topped it off, then pushed the plane back so I can drive to parking.
Tried to start it, went through the normal procedure. It cranks ever so slowly about one time, then stops and refuses to move again. A couple of further attempts result in the battery getting completely drained. I make sure of that by turning on the landing light and trying the starter, and the light goes out immediately, confirming a dead battery. The clicking solenoids are another hint.
I walk over to the Harris Shell station and ask if they have a mechanic or someone who can help me jumpstart the plane - nope. It's getting late. I panic. I start looking for mechanics who would do an outcall, whatever it costs. Nothing at all nearby - the place is completely out of the way. I called the FBO at Fresno, but they cannot send anyone out. Bakersfield is the same story. We are stranded with no way to get the plane going.
Motel and hotel rooms? very funny. Everything is sold out, on account of people traveling back (Easter). Eventually Harris realized they had one room available, so we managed to find shelter.
In the meantime, I call all my contacts up in the bay area, and a couple hours later I strike gold; I found a mechanic who was willing to drive down (from the bay area) in the morning to help get the plane started.
He arrives around 930A. I spent the night blaming myself for every possible thing - maybe it was because it was a hot start, or maybe I didn't do this or that or the other. We meet near the plane. I tell him all the symptoms I experienced in order with great accuracy and increasing embarrassment. He starts smiling, and says "I betcha I know what's wrong". He opens the back and pokes his head in, as do I. Removed the battery cover, and in a quick motion FLICKS his finger under the negative terminal - which pops up free easily.
He spends the next five minutes rubbing off the accumulated corrosion and then putting it back on and tightening it. Tells me to try again - the plane starts with renewed vigor. What problem?
His comment to me before he left was "if you ask me, this was mechanic error. They simply didn't tighten the terminal enough last time they put in a battery" (which was last June). I pay him the $480 (!) he asks for, not because this was a hard job, but because his roundtrip time to get to me was over 6 (!) hours.
We fly back home, and I deliver the plane to the shop. After showing them everything and telling them what happened, they agree to give me a partial credit towards the money I spent on the out call. So good on them, actually. I'm also going to get the aluminum cables replaced with copper ones so as to better deliver electricity when it's needed (during startup).
Have any of you ever gotten stranded this way?
I had flown out with a couple of colleagues to Phoenix (DVT) on Sunday for a last-minute meeting all day yesterday. As a side note, how cool is it to have my own plane for these kinds of things? considering it was Easter weekend, getting commercial tix last minute like that would have been a nightmare.
Anyway, travel from CCR to DVT took 4.5 hours, mostly because I chose the "southern route" (CCR->BFL ish->DVT, instead of CCR->DVT) which made it a bit longer. Didn't want to deal with the higher Sierra peaks Saturday afternoon, what with the threat of thunderstorms. It was all very pleasant.
Yesterday we took off from DVT to fly back home. Fighting 25kn headwinds the whole way, we finally got to the vicinity of Harris Ranch around 7P, and decided to stop for dinner. All well and good.
Landed at Harris, parked the plane next to the fuel pump while my colleagues went to get a table, and got to work. Topped it off, then pushed the plane back so I can drive to parking.
Tried to start it, went through the normal procedure. It cranks ever so slowly about one time, then stops and refuses to move again. A couple of further attempts result in the battery getting completely drained. I make sure of that by turning on the landing light and trying the starter, and the light goes out immediately, confirming a dead battery. The clicking solenoids are another hint.
I walk over to the Harris Shell station and ask if they have a mechanic or someone who can help me jumpstart the plane - nope. It's getting late. I panic. I start looking for mechanics who would do an outcall, whatever it costs. Nothing at all nearby - the place is completely out of the way. I called the FBO at Fresno, but they cannot send anyone out. Bakersfield is the same story. We are stranded with no way to get the plane going.
Motel and hotel rooms? very funny. Everything is sold out, on account of people traveling back (Easter). Eventually Harris realized they had one room available, so we managed to find shelter.
In the meantime, I call all my contacts up in the bay area, and a couple hours later I strike gold; I found a mechanic who was willing to drive down (from the bay area) in the morning to help get the plane started.
He arrives around 930A. I spent the night blaming myself for every possible thing - maybe it was because it was a hot start, or maybe I didn't do this or that or the other. We meet near the plane. I tell him all the symptoms I experienced in order with great accuracy and increasing embarrassment. He starts smiling, and says "I betcha I know what's wrong". He opens the back and pokes his head in, as do I. Removed the battery cover, and in a quick motion FLICKS his finger under the negative terminal - which pops up free easily.
He spends the next five minutes rubbing off the accumulated corrosion and then putting it back on and tightening it. Tells me to try again - the plane starts with renewed vigor. What problem?
His comment to me before he left was "if you ask me, this was mechanic error. They simply didn't tighten the terminal enough last time they put in a battery" (which was last June). I pay him the $480 (!) he asks for, not because this was a hard job, but because his roundtrip time to get to me was over 6 (!) hours.
We fly back home, and I deliver the plane to the shop. After showing them everything and telling them what happened, they agree to give me a partial credit towards the money I spent on the out call. So good on them, actually. I'm also going to get the aluminum cables replaced with copper ones so as to better deliver electricity when it's needed (during startup).
Have any of you ever gotten stranded this way?