Overcast clouds at 700 feet this morning with visibility of 2.5 miles. Needless to say, lesson cancelled. Can't say I'm surprised - I had expected this yesterday. I must say I am (and my bank account is) a little relieved, especially if I have to end up paying for that window... No word yet.
Might I emphasize the ungodly amount of frustration again?
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Non-weather frustrations
I've said before (I think I have anyways) to be prepared for the worst kind of frustration you have ever experienced when it comes to flying. I've never in my life felt this level of frustration. Now, part of it is my fault. You are going to have frustrations regardless because of weather, but don't let the flight school you choose add to that frustration. That's where my fault lies. I've given this school wayyyyyyy too many chances and they have only added to my overall growing frustration.
Woke up this morning and skies were clear with wind at 4 knots. I was relieved because I had heard there would be storms all weekend. Considering I've been chomping at the bit for the last two weeks, this was a welcomed surprise.
The clouds began closing in on my way to the airport. No, no, no, no, no, NO! Not yet... just gimme two hours, please?!?! I need to go fly!
The weather behaved itself and I got started on the pre-flight. My instructor told me to go ahead and he'd bring the paperwork later. Halfway through, my instructor comes out and tells me we are switching planes. He does the pre-flight because we are running out of time and he wants to make sure the students in the afternoon have a chance to fly, so we need to hurry.
I'm not comfy letting him take over. It's my job to make sure that plane is airworthy, afterall. I start to go behind him and let him know it's not because I don't trust him, but would like to do it. He says there's no time and we need to go. So I at least ask about how much gas we have available. The last plane I was in the process of pre-flighting only had 1/4 of a tank. I wanted to know if I had to fill up this one too.
He laughs (not meanly, but "oh, isn't that cute?" sort of laugh) and says it's fine because he just checked it. I told him that I knew he did, but I was just making sure because as the Pilot in Command (PIC), I should know these things. To which he said I was correct and then quipped "Going to ask me about the oil levels too?". More rhetorical than anything, but again, as PIC, it's something I should know. So I said, "As a matter of fact... yes." Not cheeky, not talking back, just need to know. He laughed again and said we were at 5 quarts.
We take off... and granted faster than I would have liked. Rushing is NEVER good. NEVER. It's not the end of the world if the person behind you gets delayed - DO NOT put your safety at risk. And if there is a need to rush, then it's probably better to cancel the lesson altogether.
So we taxi out, radios handled beautifully (and the tower guy was REALLY cheerful - made me smile), and did the pre-take off check. Everything looks great. We have a little window in the canopy to circulation, and to yell out of (if need be). I had mine open and went to close it. It was broken so it was difficult to close. No big deal - report it when we land. My instructor told me to use both hands to close it because it was soooo difficult! We both saw it close completely and we were off.
During takeoff, my instructor tells me that he has a really bad headache and is naseous. Not good. I jokingly check to see how he is - "Not going to throw up in my plane, are you?" and he said he wasn't, but his head just hurt. That unsettled me a little... and even moreso when I got back on the ground. I mean, I've been prepared to fly with a headache before, even though I really shouldn't. But I justify it (not that it makes it right) by saying that if I got into trouble, at least my instructor would be there to take over if need be. Headaches slow your reaction time and impair your judgement. Now him flying with a headache is even worse. If I got into trouble, he may not be able to react as quickly or his judgement might be off. Not good. For either of us.
Anyways, we're taking off. I concentrate really, really hard - trying to put into practice what I've studied so hard lately. (I've been doing touch & goes in my office at lunch - chair flying) Doing well so far and we get parallel to the runway. All of sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see a fluttering and feel a draft - the window is gone. I mention it to him and he utters an expletive. I'm not entirely worried because during the summer, we fly with that thing open all the time (no AC in the plane). But he makes me stop and we land the plane.
On the ground, he tells me that the little tiny window costs $500 to replace and unfortunately, because the person ahead of me didn't record that it was broken, it looks like I'm responsible. He called the main office guy and explained what happened. He told him that it was already broken, and stuck when I tried to close it. Fortunately he was there to tell them that I didn't touch it after that and even though it has a safety latch on it (which SHOULD make it fall into the plane in the off-chance of this ever happening, which is shouldn't), it fell out of the plane.
So now I'm frustrated, grouchy, worrying about if I'm going to have to pay this $500 to get this fixed (ruling comes MONDAY!! gahhh!!!) and once again thinking about switching schools. I know, I know - I keep going back & forth on this. My mom even said to me today, "Don't you think it's time to switch schools?!?! How many signs do you need??". If they make me pay it, I will, but that will finish my time with them. I realize they have to pay for their planes and repairs, but it was a freak accident. NOTHING I could have done could have prevented it (safe switching planes when I first saw it) and NOTHING I did caused it.
Woke up this morning and skies were clear with wind at 4 knots. I was relieved because I had heard there would be storms all weekend. Considering I've been chomping at the bit for the last two weeks, this was a welcomed surprise.
The clouds began closing in on my way to the airport. No, no, no, no, no, NO! Not yet... just gimme two hours, please?!?! I need to go fly!
The weather behaved itself and I got started on the pre-flight. My instructor told me to go ahead and he'd bring the paperwork later. Halfway through, my instructor comes out and tells me we are switching planes. He does the pre-flight because we are running out of time and he wants to make sure the students in the afternoon have a chance to fly, so we need to hurry.
I'm not comfy letting him take over. It's my job to make sure that plane is airworthy, afterall. I start to go behind him and let him know it's not because I don't trust him, but would like to do it. He says there's no time and we need to go. So I at least ask about how much gas we have available. The last plane I was in the process of pre-flighting only had 1/4 of a tank. I wanted to know if I had to fill up this one too.
He laughs (not meanly, but "oh, isn't that cute?" sort of laugh) and says it's fine because he just checked it. I told him that I knew he did, but I was just making sure because as the Pilot in Command (PIC), I should know these things. To which he said I was correct and then quipped "Going to ask me about the oil levels too?". More rhetorical than anything, but again, as PIC, it's something I should know. So I said, "As a matter of fact... yes." Not cheeky, not talking back, just need to know. He laughed again and said we were at 5 quarts.
We take off... and granted faster than I would have liked. Rushing is NEVER good. NEVER. It's not the end of the world if the person behind you gets delayed - DO NOT put your safety at risk. And if there is a need to rush, then it's probably better to cancel the lesson altogether.
So we taxi out, radios handled beautifully (and the tower guy was REALLY cheerful - made me smile), and did the pre-take off check. Everything looks great. We have a little window in the canopy to circulation, and to yell out of (if need be). I had mine open and went to close it. It was broken so it was difficult to close. No big deal - report it when we land. My instructor told me to use both hands to close it because it was soooo difficult! We both saw it close completely and we were off.
During takeoff, my instructor tells me that he has a really bad headache and is naseous. Not good. I jokingly check to see how he is - "Not going to throw up in my plane, are you?" and he said he wasn't, but his head just hurt. That unsettled me a little... and even moreso when I got back on the ground. I mean, I've been prepared to fly with a headache before, even though I really shouldn't. But I justify it (not that it makes it right) by saying that if I got into trouble, at least my instructor would be there to take over if need be. Headaches slow your reaction time and impair your judgement. Now him flying with a headache is even worse. If I got into trouble, he may not be able to react as quickly or his judgement might be off. Not good. For either of us.
Anyways, we're taking off. I concentrate really, really hard - trying to put into practice what I've studied so hard lately. (I've been doing touch & goes in my office at lunch - chair flying) Doing well so far and we get parallel to the runway. All of sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see a fluttering and feel a draft - the window is gone. I mention it to him and he utters an expletive. I'm not entirely worried because during the summer, we fly with that thing open all the time (no AC in the plane). But he makes me stop and we land the plane.
On the ground, he tells me that the little tiny window costs $500 to replace and unfortunately, because the person ahead of me didn't record that it was broken, it looks like I'm responsible. He called the main office guy and explained what happened. He told him that it was already broken, and stuck when I tried to close it. Fortunately he was there to tell them that I didn't touch it after that and even though it has a safety latch on it (which SHOULD make it fall into the plane in the off-chance of this ever happening, which is shouldn't), it fell out of the plane.
So now I'm frustrated, grouchy, worrying about if I'm going to have to pay this $500 to get this fixed (ruling comes MONDAY!! gahhh!!!) and once again thinking about switching schools. I know, I know - I keep going back & forth on this. My mom even said to me today, "Don't you think it's time to switch schools?!?! How many signs do you need??". If they make me pay it, I will, but that will finish my time with them. I realize they have to pay for their planes and repairs, but it was a freak accident. NOTHING I could have done could have prevented it (safe switching planes when I first saw it) and NOTHING I did caused it.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Weather Blues, pt. 2000
Winds started off at 16 knots, and with clear blue skies. I got ready to leave for my flight and wind increased to 22 knots with high turbulence. Lesson cancelled for the 4th time in a row. :(
Saturday, February 11, 2012
More weather blues
Overcast with winds at 22 knots. No flight today. Three cancellations in a row. Tomorrow's looking better though.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Weather Frustrations
Just want you guys to get a sense of how many lessons get cancelled due to weather and just how frustrating weather can be, so I'm going to start posting when a flight lesson gets cancelled.
Yesterday, I expected not to go flying, due to storms. 7:30am - overcast and 100% cloud cover. Lesson cancelled. Patches of blue sky opened up around 11am and it was a pretty day for about an hour or two before going overcast and stormy for the rest of the day.
6am Sunday - overcast AGAIN, lesson cancelled AGAIN. 11am - big patches of blue sky opened up and it's been a nice day ever since (it's 4:30 now). I swear the weather was mocking me this weekend.
Yesterday, I expected not to go flying, due to storms. 7:30am - overcast and 100% cloud cover. Lesson cancelled. Patches of blue sky opened up around 11am and it was a pretty day for about an hour or two before going overcast and stormy for the rest of the day.
6am Sunday - overcast AGAIN, lesson cancelled AGAIN. 11am - big patches of blue sky opened up and it's been a nice day ever since (it's 4:30 now). I swear the weather was mocking me this weekend.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
New instructor and catching up
So I got a new instructor and have been bad about updating. I had planned to leave the school when Bambi left because I was frustrated. Tyson called me up and I told him my reservations. He said that pre-20 hours, everyone feels uncomfy because all of this is so new. It doesn't start clicking until then, so I needed to give it more time. I didn't go into detail about what happened between Bambi and I, but mentioned in passing that we didn't get along too well. He said that can add to the uncomfiness.
We scheduled a flight and I was blown away by how informative he was. Bambi never told me all of this stuff and he was surprised that she didn't tell any of her students. I met another one of her students who had been taking lessons as long as me. He hadn't soloed either, so we were on the same page. It indicated that the problem wasn't us at all.
Tyson and I weren't and still haven't become buddy-buddy. I think I need to let go of that notion. Mostly because he took over two instructor's students, so he's overly booked and busy. I understand, but I had just hoped when I had started that my instructor would have become a good friend through all of this. Icing on the cake. And I guess it could still happen - I could still have more instructors before I am through.
Tyson DRILLS me in the plane and it's fantastic. All of this is sooo hard to remember and just drilling, drilling, drilling until I don't even have to think of the answer is fantastic. He also had a different approach to the radios. Second flight up with him and I already became MUCH more comfortable with them. That confident, commanding voice that came out of nowhere that one time with Bambi comes through consistently now. It's fantastic - it doesn't even sound like me. I squeak and sound like Minnie Mouse or a little kid when I speak and this voice is... adult. haha
"P'tree Ground, student pilot Diamond two-four-one Delta Charlie, Clairmont ramp, requesting taxi for departure to the NE."
"Diamond two-four-one Delta Charlie, taxi runway two-left via bravo, alpha, cross runway two-seven, advise runup complete."
I write on my handy little pad - "2L, B, A, x27, advise runup" and then say back "Runway two-left, bravo, alpha, cross two-seven, advise run-up complete, one Delta Charlie".
Doesn't seem so intimidating and scary now. I have much more control. Although the time I flew before this weekend, the guy in the tower was a jerk and wouldn't slow down for me. I couldn't understand him and got frustrated.
Tyson and I have flown together about 4 times now. He mentioned possible soloing two weeks ago, but everything that could go wrong did go wrong. There was sooo much static on the radios and I couldn't hear him or the tower. We stayed in the pattern and things are just so fast there. There's also TONS of turbulence around the airport, and lots of people landing and taking-off. Very, very stressful! So I can't seem to remember things and I'm frustrated. The dude in the tower won't slow down and give me a break and I've got static on my radio so I can't hear the tower or the instructor. My confidence over the radios faltered. I messed up one of the calls... and cussed over the airwaves. There was a lot of back and forth about how the tower couldn't hear us and we couldn't hear them. They came back and said "Say again", so I think they didn't hear it. My mom thinks otherwise and they were just giving me a chance to correct myself. Gotta be careful about that sort of thing.
I've been getting bumped by a lot of groupons and it's only adding to my frustrations. Last weekend I didn't fly at all and my flight yesterday was cancelled from being bumped. I went into there today, planning to tell them that I was switching schools. I'm frustrated enough on my own, I don't need anything adding to my frustrations. Besides, if it builds up enough, I just may lose interest completely and I don't want that.
Clear blue skies today. (Oh yeah, Tyson taught me how to read the weather. I've been reading it everyday, even when I'm not flying. Kinda cool because I work in an office w/o windows and I'm able to tell everyone what's going on outside. Makes me feel kind of cool. haha) Minimal icing on the wings - wow, if I ever thought it was hard to scrape my car's windshield; scraping wings are worse.
New plane today that I nicknamed "Doc". Had radios down today. Pre-flight checklists are getting faster and faster. (Tyson taught me some tricks on how to speed up and still get everything right) I felt more confident and in control overall today. Preformed stalls like a pro and even made some corrections on my own. Still kind of frustrated that somehow I need to keep my eyes on three different gauges to keep them all right where they are supposed to be, yet look outside. OMG- Like rubbing your stomach, patting your head and dancing the hokey-pokey on ice skates while looking straight ahead at the same time. Co-ordination isn't one of my strong points. >.<
We're on final, approaching the airport straight ahead. "What speed do we need to be at?"
"65"
"And what are we?"
"70, oops." Pull up slightly to reduce speed. Hit 65 and trim the airplane so it will hold it without me having to put pressure on the stick. Used the trim more today. It's a lot to get used to.
There's two lights when you head into the airport that tell you how you are flying - if you are too high or low or not. Two white = too high. Two red = too low. One white, one red = where you need to be.
We head in. Two white. I drop down a little. Tyson tells me to pull up. I point out the white lights. He says he knows, but I was fine where I was. We get closer and the lights flash two red. I want to pull up. Tyson tells me not to. Again, I point out the lights, but he says we are over the runway now and it doesn't matter. Pull back power, hold right rudder to stay on the dotted line, lower down, and raise nose slightly. Touch the ground and we are home. FINALLY! A good landing!! I've been lacking for awhile. Not "mythologically perfect" like my second landing, but close enough.
Tyson freaks out next to me. "HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!!!" and not the type like "holy crap! what did you just do to the plane?" - it was a good kind! He just started "Wow, people don't land like that this early on! Wow, way to go!" and I know it was good, but thinking that I had an even better one earlier on. Although that one was accidental and this one had much more planning in it. I'd hope that people knew how to land at 15 hours.
Anyways, we get back inside and normally he gives me a "it was good, you did good" and I'm grumbly, not impressed with my performance. He always tells me I shouldn't be so hard on myself because I'm right where I should be in my training. I guess I want things to go faster and things to stick better in my head than they do.
We got back inside today and he said "Great job today! I mean, really good! Still got to work on keeping altitude level and watching airspeed, but the maneuvers were good. Overall great job today."
He said we're going to work on emergency procedures next time and hopefully solo the following time. I talked with him and the main guy in the office about my frustrations about getting bumped due to groupons. They listened to me, apologized and promised it would never happen again, so I'm giving them one last chance.
I was flying high after today's lesson. And geek alert - yesterday, I got a black bomber's jacket. Haven't worn it outside yet, but I wore it inside yesterday and pranced around in front of the mirror with it and my aviator sunglasses. Looked pretty spiffy, if I do say so myself. I told my mom that it was silly, but sometimes you need to do things like that for yourself, you know?
Oh, OH!! The engine light came on in my car a couple of weeks ago. It came on after I pumped gas, so I figured that I hadn't closed the cover enough and air got in there. I tried to correct it, but the lights stayed on. I was sure that's what it was, but I took it in to get looked at. Seems the PCV pipe connecting to the engine had disintegrated and too much air was getting into the engine. After the mechanic told me, I started popping up and down and exclaimed that must mean that I was burning gas too much also. She blinked, looked at me like I was an odd critter in the reptile house at the zoo and asked how I knew -airplanes!!! It was just like the mixture control in the airplane, except the car does that automatically and it's manual in the plane. She told me it would cost $300, but I was excited that I learned something and how learning about airplanes has taught me about my car.
Also, I looked more into the Civil Air Patrol. You don't have to be a pilot to join, but can work your way through their ranks to become one for them. They do search and rescue missions. Anything you want to learn, they will teach you! Looks like they teach some first aid/medical stuff, too. It looks really, really exciting! They recommend that you attend a few meetings before you join, so I'm going to go with a friend who wants to join as well.
Okay, now that I'm all caught up, hopefully I'll be better about posting after each flight. Until next time...
We scheduled a flight and I was blown away by how informative he was. Bambi never told me all of this stuff and he was surprised that she didn't tell any of her students. I met another one of her students who had been taking lessons as long as me. He hadn't soloed either, so we were on the same page. It indicated that the problem wasn't us at all.
Tyson and I weren't and still haven't become buddy-buddy. I think I need to let go of that notion. Mostly because he took over two instructor's students, so he's overly booked and busy. I understand, but I had just hoped when I had started that my instructor would have become a good friend through all of this. Icing on the cake. And I guess it could still happen - I could still have more instructors before I am through.
Tyson DRILLS me in the plane and it's fantastic. All of this is sooo hard to remember and just drilling, drilling, drilling until I don't even have to think of the answer is fantastic. He also had a different approach to the radios. Second flight up with him and I already became MUCH more comfortable with them. That confident, commanding voice that came out of nowhere that one time with Bambi comes through consistently now. It's fantastic - it doesn't even sound like me. I squeak and sound like Minnie Mouse or a little kid when I speak and this voice is... adult. haha
"P'tree Ground, student pilot Diamond two-four-one Delta Charlie, Clairmont ramp, requesting taxi for departure to the NE."
"Diamond two-four-one Delta Charlie, taxi runway two-left via bravo, alpha, cross runway two-seven, advise runup complete."
I write on my handy little pad - "2L, B, A, x27, advise runup" and then say back "Runway two-left, bravo, alpha, cross two-seven, advise run-up complete, one Delta Charlie".
Doesn't seem so intimidating and scary now. I have much more control. Although the time I flew before this weekend, the guy in the tower was a jerk and wouldn't slow down for me. I couldn't understand him and got frustrated.
Tyson and I have flown together about 4 times now. He mentioned possible soloing two weeks ago, but everything that could go wrong did go wrong. There was sooo much static on the radios and I couldn't hear him or the tower. We stayed in the pattern and things are just so fast there. There's also TONS of turbulence around the airport, and lots of people landing and taking-off. Very, very stressful! So I can't seem to remember things and I'm frustrated. The dude in the tower won't slow down and give me a break and I've got static on my radio so I can't hear the tower or the instructor. My confidence over the radios faltered. I messed up one of the calls... and cussed over the airwaves. There was a lot of back and forth about how the tower couldn't hear us and we couldn't hear them. They came back and said "Say again", so I think they didn't hear it. My mom thinks otherwise and they were just giving me a chance to correct myself. Gotta be careful about that sort of thing.
I've been getting bumped by a lot of groupons and it's only adding to my frustrations. Last weekend I didn't fly at all and my flight yesterday was cancelled from being bumped. I went into there today, planning to tell them that I was switching schools. I'm frustrated enough on my own, I don't need anything adding to my frustrations. Besides, if it builds up enough, I just may lose interest completely and I don't want that.
Clear blue skies today. (Oh yeah, Tyson taught me how to read the weather. I've been reading it everyday, even when I'm not flying. Kinda cool because I work in an office w/o windows and I'm able to tell everyone what's going on outside. Makes me feel kind of cool. haha) Minimal icing on the wings - wow, if I ever thought it was hard to scrape my car's windshield; scraping wings are worse.
New plane today that I nicknamed "Doc". Had radios down today. Pre-flight checklists are getting faster and faster. (Tyson taught me some tricks on how to speed up and still get everything right) I felt more confident and in control overall today. Preformed stalls like a pro and even made some corrections on my own. Still kind of frustrated that somehow I need to keep my eyes on three different gauges to keep them all right where they are supposed to be, yet look outside. OMG- Like rubbing your stomach, patting your head and dancing the hokey-pokey on ice skates while looking straight ahead at the same time. Co-ordination isn't one of my strong points. >.<
We're on final, approaching the airport straight ahead. "What speed do we need to be at?"
"65"
"And what are we?"
"70, oops." Pull up slightly to reduce speed. Hit 65 and trim the airplane so it will hold it without me having to put pressure on the stick. Used the trim more today. It's a lot to get used to.
There's two lights when you head into the airport that tell you how you are flying - if you are too high or low or not. Two white = too high. Two red = too low. One white, one red = where you need to be.
We head in. Two white. I drop down a little. Tyson tells me to pull up. I point out the white lights. He says he knows, but I was fine where I was. We get closer and the lights flash two red. I want to pull up. Tyson tells me not to. Again, I point out the lights, but he says we are over the runway now and it doesn't matter. Pull back power, hold right rudder to stay on the dotted line, lower down, and raise nose slightly. Touch the ground and we are home. FINALLY! A good landing!! I've been lacking for awhile. Not "mythologically perfect" like my second landing, but close enough.
Tyson freaks out next to me. "HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!!!" and not the type like "holy crap! what did you just do to the plane?" - it was a good kind! He just started "Wow, people don't land like that this early on! Wow, way to go!" and I know it was good, but thinking that I had an even better one earlier on. Although that one was accidental and this one had much more planning in it. I'd hope that people knew how to land at 15 hours.
Anyways, we get back inside and normally he gives me a "it was good, you did good" and I'm grumbly, not impressed with my performance. He always tells me I shouldn't be so hard on myself because I'm right where I should be in my training. I guess I want things to go faster and things to stick better in my head than they do.
We got back inside today and he said "Great job today! I mean, really good! Still got to work on keeping altitude level and watching airspeed, but the maneuvers were good. Overall great job today."
He said we're going to work on emergency procedures next time and hopefully solo the following time. I talked with him and the main guy in the office about my frustrations about getting bumped due to groupons. They listened to me, apologized and promised it would never happen again, so I'm giving them one last chance.
I was flying high after today's lesson. And geek alert - yesterday, I got a black bomber's jacket. Haven't worn it outside yet, but I wore it inside yesterday and pranced around in front of the mirror with it and my aviator sunglasses. Looked pretty spiffy, if I do say so myself. I told my mom that it was silly, but sometimes you need to do things like that for yourself, you know?
Oh, OH!! The engine light came on in my car a couple of weeks ago. It came on after I pumped gas, so I figured that I hadn't closed the cover enough and air got in there. I tried to correct it, but the lights stayed on. I was sure that's what it was, but I took it in to get looked at. Seems the PCV pipe connecting to the engine had disintegrated and too much air was getting into the engine. After the mechanic told me, I started popping up and down and exclaimed that must mean that I was burning gas too much also. She blinked, looked at me like I was an odd critter in the reptile house at the zoo and asked how I knew -airplanes!!! It was just like the mixture control in the airplane, except the car does that automatically and it's manual in the plane. She told me it would cost $300, but I was excited that I learned something and how learning about airplanes has taught me about my car.
Also, I looked more into the Civil Air Patrol. You don't have to be a pilot to join, but can work your way through their ranks to become one for them. They do search and rescue missions. Anything you want to learn, they will teach you! Looks like they teach some first aid/medical stuff, too. It looks really, really exciting! They recommend that you attend a few meetings before you join, so I'm going to go with a friend who wants to join as well.
Okay, now that I'm all caught up, hopefully I'll be better about posting after each flight. Until next time...
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Last Two Flights w/ Bambi
Bambi got hired to the airlines. I can't tell you how happy I was for her. It delayed my training another month and a half though. Today was my first time back in the air since October 29th.
Two important things happened during my last two flights with her that bear noting. On the first flight, we go to take off and I can't remember the rotation speed (the take-off speed of the airplane). She remained quiet and wouldn't tell me what it was (as I was barreling down the runway and a little freaked out). Much to my surprise, when I started to get freaked out, the plane just took off by itself. Shocked the hell out of me. These little airplanes do want to fly and if they end up going fast enough, they will just take off on their own. It was kind of a sign to me not to get so nervous. One point that has been reiterated to me over and over is that: These planes WANT to fly. And fly they will.
On the second flight, I was working on radios. I was getting frustrated. Bambi kept taking over for me if I got tongue-tied or nervous. I wasn't going to learn that way. So we decided that if I needed help, I'd elbow her and she'd repeat what they said in my ear and I'd say it along with her. We're going along and I try to say it as fast as I can so I don't forget what they said (sometimes the tower comes back with lots of instructions at light speed) and Bambi laughs at me because it sounds like I'm holding my breath as I repeat back what they said (which I probably am). I'm beyond frustrated at this point (as I was a lot towards the end with her - just some of the comments she'd say to me in the air, like "Take a chill pill". Nope, not joking).
So we're in the air, coming back to the airport. The tower has now switched our runway three times, so there's lots of back and forth and lots of confusing/contradicting instructions. Bambi was helping me because she said it was even confusing for her. I messed up on one of them, repeating the instructions out of order (which isn't really a big deal, as long as you show you understood what the tower told you and as long as you get your point across). My frustrations rose. I felt so lost and discouraged. The tower comes back with yet another runway change. But before I can answer, a confident female's voice comes across the airwaves, repeating back the tower's last communication. Solid, unrushed, in-command.
"Runway Three-Four, Two Delta Charlie."
It wasn't Bambi's voice, but I had no idea where it came from. I turn my head slowly to my right with a questioning look to Bambi to ask her where it came from and whose voice was that. The look on her face mirrored my own - "Where the hell did that come from?" and she even asked it. It was then I realized that the voice was mine. Something inside of me came alive at that moment and reflexively responded on it's own. Done without thought. Naturally. She was as shocked as I was. But said it was a good start and indicated that I was starting to get the radios down.
So I've got it in me. I always have. I just need to work on the confidence to harness that and not let it come as quite a shock the next time.
Two important things happened during my last two flights with her that bear noting. On the first flight, we go to take off and I can't remember the rotation speed (the take-off speed of the airplane). She remained quiet and wouldn't tell me what it was (as I was barreling down the runway and a little freaked out). Much to my surprise, when I started to get freaked out, the plane just took off by itself. Shocked the hell out of me. These little airplanes do want to fly and if they end up going fast enough, they will just take off on their own. It was kind of a sign to me not to get so nervous. One point that has been reiterated to me over and over is that: These planes WANT to fly. And fly they will.
On the second flight, I was working on radios. I was getting frustrated. Bambi kept taking over for me if I got tongue-tied or nervous. I wasn't going to learn that way. So we decided that if I needed help, I'd elbow her and she'd repeat what they said in my ear and I'd say it along with her. We're going along and I try to say it as fast as I can so I don't forget what they said (sometimes the tower comes back with lots of instructions at light speed) and Bambi laughs at me because it sounds like I'm holding my breath as I repeat back what they said (which I probably am). I'm beyond frustrated at this point (as I was a lot towards the end with her - just some of the comments she'd say to me in the air, like "Take a chill pill". Nope, not joking).
So we're in the air, coming back to the airport. The tower has now switched our runway three times, so there's lots of back and forth and lots of confusing/contradicting instructions. Bambi was helping me because she said it was even confusing for her. I messed up on one of them, repeating the instructions out of order (which isn't really a big deal, as long as you show you understood what the tower told you and as long as you get your point across). My frustrations rose. I felt so lost and discouraged. The tower comes back with yet another runway change. But before I can answer, a confident female's voice comes across the airwaves, repeating back the tower's last communication. Solid, unrushed, in-command.
"Runway Three-Four, Two Delta Charlie."
It wasn't Bambi's voice, but I had no idea where it came from. I turn my head slowly to my right with a questioning look to Bambi to ask her where it came from and whose voice was that. The look on her face mirrored my own - "Where the hell did that come from?" and she even asked it. It was then I realized that the voice was mine. Something inside of me came alive at that moment and reflexively responded on it's own. Done without thought. Naturally. She was as shocked as I was. But said it was a good start and indicated that I was starting to get the radios down.
So I've got it in me. I always have. I just need to work on the confidence to harness that and not let it come as quite a shock the next time.
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