I knew I shouldn’t have worn my Big Bang Theory “Bazinga!” T-shirt*
when flying today.
Gravity was definitely not my friend. There were some hard
landings, but also one OK one that I know for a fact Bob wasn’t assisting with
(more on that later).
Some good points, more overshoot practice (not my fault this time).
One for a Medevac helicopter, so we’ll forgive them! One when I was virtually
over the threshold and still didn’t have landing clearance, so round I went.
That one was OK, I’m happy with it because first of all I realised that I
didn’t have landing clearance and secondly I made the decision to go around. Of
course Murphy’s Law dictates that the second I opened the throttle ATC came on
the radio to give the long awaited clearance. But yah, boo sucks to you I was
already going around!
So today’s terrifying moment wasn’t a result of the really busy
airspace (it’s been a while since I
heard any plane being told they were number 4 for the runway), it wasn’t when I
realised I was so low I wasn’t going to make it to the threshold unless I added
power. It wasn’t even when ATC were haranguing me to make my crosswind turn
well before I was even at 500ft. No, todays terrifying moment came when I was
on short final on what I reckoned was a fairly good approach and realised that
Bob’s hands were nowhere near the controls. That’s bloody scary stuff!*My friends at work brought it for me last birthday. They call me Sheldon when I start getting too boring about physics stuff.
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