Tampico Trauma
Line Up and Wait
- Joined
- Nov 3, 2015
- Messages
- 621
- Location
- Southeast of Disorder
- Display Name
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Mauled Formerly known as Tampico Trauma
''Twas the night before Christmas, tied down on a ramp. The Maule was done flying...at speeds like a champ.
The presents all stashed in the rental car, planeside...
the journey was over, fin-ished and done flied.
The storm had delayed us, low ceilings and icing, we departed the next morning, over fields that were rice-ing.
The flight was low, and remarkably slow, but we all used the potty, so no stops to "go".
With ma' in the right seat, and I with a snack, my little princess stole the jackets, snuggled in the back.
The ceilings were low, but consistently clear.
Below the clouds, a straight line could not appear.
We pitched and we rolled but we carried on.
The elf in the back seat felt something wrong.
Cancel flight following, squawk 1200,
Turn left for downwind, slow to 100.
Abeam the numbers, flaps 20, speed 80....
Where the f--k's the windsock, too many clouds, too shady.
Flaps 40 on final, the wheels hit the ground.
Simultaneously from the back seat, we heard THAT SOUND.
We almost made it, she never gets airsick....
But hey, we're on the ground... a turn we'll make quick.
The story's almost over, I promise it gets better.
A change of clothes...pants and a sweater.
Back to the Maule, our sled we will go.
Strobes on, clear prop. The motor did go.
Away to the run up, I taxied, winds light,
2000 rpm, mags checked left and right.
But in the frigid haste, a horrible sight,
Pulled the carb heat, something wasn't right.
No RPM drop, no carb heat!
Our trip was to fall, flat on its feet.
I tried the lever again, was it once or twice.
No RPM drop, then a couple words that were not nice.
I pushed the throttle forward to return to park.
But the plane would not move, it was stuck on its mark.
Thinking back to a forum that I once read,
a parachute, on the grass, not moving, dead.
It seems that the Maule's thought it was bright,
To put brake and carb heat adjacent, with only one knob in sight.
To the left the yoke turned,
lever out, carb ice burned....
The moral of the story, debriefed over hops and barley...
I'd have never suspected the brake if it weren't for @SixPapaCharlie.
Yes, this is all 100 percent true.
Merry Christmas friends.
Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
The presents all stashed in the rental car, planeside...
the journey was over, fin-ished and done flied.
The storm had delayed us, low ceilings and icing, we departed the next morning, over fields that were rice-ing.
The flight was low, and remarkably slow, but we all used the potty, so no stops to "go".
With ma' in the right seat, and I with a snack, my little princess stole the jackets, snuggled in the back.
The ceilings were low, but consistently clear.
Below the clouds, a straight line could not appear.
We pitched and we rolled but we carried on.
The elf in the back seat felt something wrong.
Cancel flight following, squawk 1200,
Turn left for downwind, slow to 100.
Abeam the numbers, flaps 20, speed 80....
Where the f--k's the windsock, too many clouds, too shady.
Flaps 40 on final, the wheels hit the ground.
Simultaneously from the back seat, we heard THAT SOUND.
We almost made it, she never gets airsick....
But hey, we're on the ground... a turn we'll make quick.
The story's almost over, I promise it gets better.
A change of clothes...pants and a sweater.
Back to the Maule, our sled we will go.
Strobes on, clear prop. The motor did go.
Away to the run up, I taxied, winds light,
2000 rpm, mags checked left and right.
But in the frigid haste, a horrible sight,
Pulled the carb heat, something wasn't right.
No RPM drop, no carb heat!
Our trip was to fall, flat on its feet.
I tried the lever again, was it once or twice.
No RPM drop, then a couple words that were not nice.
I pushed the throttle forward to return to park.
But the plane would not move, it was stuck on its mark.
Thinking back to a forum that I once read,
a parachute, on the grass, not moving, dead.
It seems that the Maule's thought it was bright,
To put brake and carb heat adjacent, with only one knob in sight.
To the left the yoke turned,
lever out, carb ice burned....
The moral of the story, debriefed over hops and barley...
I'd have never suspected the brake if it weren't for @SixPapaCharlie.
Yes, this is all 100 percent true.
Merry Christmas friends.
Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
