Bi-Annual Review
Every couple of years, FAA requires pilots to have an evaluation. Requirements are kind of loose and general, but still there. An instructor pilot has to give an hour of ground training, and an hour of flight training. On Friday, Steve and I did that.
Weather was misty and a storm cell was moving from Kalamazoo towards us. So, I did the preflight inspection to get that out of our way, added air to the nose strut (it was FLAT when I walked into the hangar), and got a formal weather briefing. Time now for the ground training. Now, I have a card table and some folding chairs in the hangar, but no coffee pot or food. The BestSellers Coffee Shop and Bookstore (my all time favorite place to hang out now) is in Mason, a mile down the road. And, neither of us had eaten breakfast. (Striking our heads here, scratching and trying to figure this out) "Why don't we go get coffee and breakfast?" says Steve. "DAMN! I wish I had thought of that!" I heard someone say.
Over coffee and raspberry scones, Steve fired "what if" questions about situations, and "what does FAA say about" questions. And some general aeronautical-type knowledge give-aways. (He teaches me about flying; I teach him about Life. He's only 27.) A bit after our hour of instruction was completed - and talking with coffee shop friends was engaged in - the clouds lifted so that we could fly. The Duck was low on fuel, so we taxied down to the fuel pits. Dan Schiffer was there, waiting for his wife to finish her flight lesson and return. So we talked with him and his pet shelty, Piper.
Some background: A few weeks ago, the lens on the white tail light of the Duck had fallen out. The white light was no longer necessary, as I have a bright, flashing strobe mounted on the tip of the vertical stabilizer. The strobe fulfills - and then some - the requirement for a tail light. The little aluminum bezel that holds the lens in place had worn too large and let the lens fall out. Steve also wrenches at an aircraft repair facility in nearby Howell (KOZW). He called Randy, his supervisor, and Randy had the parts. So, our 1 hour flight training had a target now; we wouldn't just wander around within a practice area.
When I fly in the vicinity of clouds, I have to maintain clearance from them - 500' below, 1,000' above, and 2,000' side to side. We had a ceiling of 3,500' (above ground level) so we were flying at about 2,500' above MSL (Mean Sea Level) to clear ground obstacles such as towers, etc. and clear below the raggedy clouds. Visibility was about 5 miles, and Howell's field appeared just about where we expected it.
Now, Howell is the cross-wind capitol of the world. When they built the field, they lined up the runway parallel with the highway that goes through town. The highway was built following an ancient Indian foot trail. None of that reasoning included anything at all about prevailing winds. When I started learning to fly, my lessons were out of this field. One day, the wind was actually lined up right down the runway. We were in the traffic pattern, preparing to land, and I turned to the instructor (different one, hadn't worked my way up to Steve yet), and said, "I don't know how to land when the wind is a straight head wind." I was just joking, of course, but it was strange to land with both main gears touching down at the same time instead of first the upwind gear, then the downwind gear, and finally the nose gear.
Steve and I landed and taxied over to the shop where he works. I met Randy, the dog (almost all airfields have a dog), talked flying a bit, and got my parts. On the way back, we did slow speed stalls. The Duck does not like to stall - she is a very well behaved bird and the stall horn can squall it's head off, and she still does not want to finish stalling. Next, we did some steep turns where I yank it into a 45 degree bank to do a full circle to the right and again to the left. Mine were a bit sloppy, so we did it again.
Traffic avoidance (not running into another pane in a mid-air crash) is important. We had done clearing turns to ensure no one else was using this airspace, before these maneuvers.
OK, now we're heading back to Mason (KTEW). Darned clouds had lowered a bit and developed patchy puffs down lower - we flew into one. The book says, and I believe it - that a VFR pilot (like me' flies with Visual Flight Rules and has to have eye contact with the ground at all times) has about 1 minute and 47 second life expectancy in clouds. I instantly went to the attitude indicator to maintain a wings level attitude, and level flight (not climbing or diving). In about 5 seconds we broke out of the cloud and things were OK again. Young John Kennedy did the classic death spiral when he flew out over the bay on a moonless night, and lost visual reverence with any horizon or lights.
We did a simulated engine out landing back at Mason, and I plopped it onto the runway. Bounced into the air. The main gears on the Duck are spring steel - and the springy part works pretty darned good! We put the Duck away and tucked her in, Back to the BestSellers for lunch and a debrief. (Here, a "debrief" is where Steve tells me all the bad stuff I did.) But, Iced tea and a ham sandwich made it all OK again.
I passed the evaluation review. I'd cheated death again.