Archive for November, 2009

Watson’s First Airplane Ride

Sunday, November 22nd, 2009

Co-author: Scott Card

“Watson Flight” departed Sunday afternoon around 3pm for a short test flight. “Georgetown ground, Experimental RV 4822C with information Papa is ready to taxi to departure eastbound. This is a beagle hound test flight, we may be right back with you.” “RV 22C, Roger, taxi to 18 via Alpha.” …is exactly how the initial radio transmissions went.

Of course, never to be left out, a fellow RVer had to get into the conversation. At the run-up pad, he noted, “Wow, that is an attractive passenger you’ve got there. Oh, and the wife is pretty, too.” We’ll see if he ever gets another invitation to dinner, or another cookie.

Departure power was curtailed to 2200 rpm for large floppy ear considerations. The foam ear plugs only lasted to top of climb at 3500′. A beagle knows just how to shake the head to ensure that whatever is bother him is smartly ejected. The fact that my face was red from getting slapped with said, floppy ears convinced me to not try to reinsert them. The noise seemed to be of no concern for him, then again, he doesn’t even flinch anymore when the air compressor starts its convulsions. The air was very smooth above 2500′, which it better have been after two days of stable air kept us firmly planted on the ground with overcast at IFR levels and questionable visibility. Scott started with some 1/2 standard rate turns and 350 fpm climbs and descents. No major concern was detected - just some on-and-off shaking, which subsided as the maneuvering progressed. Watson was most interested in looking out the window from my lap where he was riding. I wanted him at hand for the first flight to have the best chance of observing his behavior to see if he was in panic mode. Next test flight will be to see how he handles a crate in the baggage area. At times, I swear he was begging me to let him hang his head out the window to experience all the smells of this new universe, but we suggested otherwise. The air coming in the vent would have to suffice. About 40 minutes into the flight, the beagle hound’s floppy ears starting hanging low and he dropped onto my lap for a little snooze.

“Watson Flight” maneuvered for 50 minutes and entered an eventful, 2-weekend days of IFR, conga line, #3 behind a Cessna, with notice that “two more stacked up on 4 mile final”. Scott turned right base (as instructed) at 2mi and saw the rest of the traffic out the left window. OK, this isn’t good…”RV 22C, left 360 please.” As Scott started to roll out on what was then a 3.2mi downwind, he asked the controller where he wanted him. The tower responded with “Well…” Scott didn’t give him a chance to fully formulate the thought before he informed him he’d fly downwind until he found the end of the conga line. “Roger, 22C the last aircraft now in sequence is a Bonanza that is 4.8mi final, you are #5 to land behind the Bonanza.” Oky, doky, no problem, safe and sound. Our tower needs RADAR!

Oh, this was “Watson Flight” in progress… Scott did a very flat stabilized approach with a subdued decent rate. We touched down with no beagle issues, even with unplanned pattern maneuvering. All went well except for the heavily accelerated ejection of dog hair into the cockpit. The flying dog hair got thick pretty quick, and I was nominated to vacuum and wiped down the cockpit after landing. Happy dog all the way.

Petit Jean State Park Fly-in

Sunday, November 15th, 2009

Mother nature cooperated fully for the Fly-in at Petit Jean, MPJ, this year. High pressure was in control basically across the entire country, giving everyone flying in sunshine and pleasant fall temperatures. A few chores in the morning pushed departure to a little before noon - car maintenance, picking up a hitch so that Scott can pick up a milling machine, and dropping off a beagle in an elizabethan collar and bunged up paw at Hearts an Paws for the night. We arrived early afternoon to an already full ramp. Apparently, Doug received a call to inform him we were about 3 miles south of the field. He looked up and answered - yep, there they are. APRS - what a kick - for those on the ground, too, it seems.

The afternoon and evening were full of the usual RV camaraderie. A to-remain-unidentified perpetrator stole Avgas from Flash and passed it on to Jay Pratt. Where was Jay standing? Over the fire, of course. Let the mayhem begin. Our dinner of brats, sauerkraut, and beans over the camp fire worked out quite well. Several of us wandered out to the runway (closed by Notam after dark) to do a little star gazing. We were able to see the milky way, several shooting stars, and some satellites along with the standard constellations. Doug handed out the anti-goose ear plugs, and several folks wanted to know why they didn’t have the VAF emblem on them. Now THAT would have been impressive. We are still working on this fly-in camping thing. Now others, like Tom & Bonnie Lewis, they have it completely figured out - wine glasses and all. I even had to ‘borrow’ the ramp and star gazing pictures from them, with their permission. I think the time change last weekend was still working its black magic on the group as it was a pretty early evening.

We woke up Saturday morning in time to catch several fly-bys - by the geese. Not as colorful as RVs, but just as noisy. There were a few early departures and the rest of the group motored over to the main park to hike to Cedar Falls. It was only a two mile hike, but the trail head was extremely steep. The trail was blanketed by a carpet of leaves and the smell of fall. There were some leaves that were four times the size of my hands.

Last count was about 20 airplanes on the ramp over the course of the trip.

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Batch O’ Approaches

Sunday, November 1st, 2009

No need to retype Scott’s book from VAF, so here you go…

Pop quiz: How do you keep two instrument pilots current and proficient? Answer: You burn some avgas and a few hours under the hood.

Today our mission was to go out and each shoot as many approaches as we were comfortable with, with the 22 gallons of fuel that were in the tanks. It was a beautiful severe VFR day, perfectly clear, cool, and just a flying kind of day. However, we chose to spend it trading being under the hood for more than an hour at a time each, shooting approaches and such within just a few miles of home.

I find that it is a valuable exercise to stay under the hood for well over an hour at a time to demonstrate to ourselves just how sloppy we can get later in the flight. I was up first. We launched and made the turn toward Taylor to intercept the outbound course for the VOR/DME 17 approach. We tracked it outbound 014 and I delayed the procedure turn a little more than usual to give myself plenty of time on the inbound leg to think and get in the groove. We turned for the PT and timed about a minute. Right turn to reintercept the inbound course. That darn VOR CDI is a tease sometimes. Ok, finally got it glued in the center just before reaching the final approach fix. Over the FAF, it was time to dive for the floor.

Oh yeah, did I mention how beautiful a day it was. Of course everybody else thought so too, and they were out flying. Tanya, the safety pilot, was earning her keep making sure that we stayed safe and coordinated with all other aircraft in the vicinity. When we were in the procedure turn, there was a Mooooony that called 18mi from the field in the procedure turn on the same approach. We were in the PT at about 9mi. Tanya and I both thought to ourselves, “at 18 mi, you aren’t on THIS approach as it has a 10mi limit.”, but whatever. I reannounced our position and intent, being certain that we would beat them to the airport by a few counties distance. As we crossed the FAF and started down, the Moooooney announced PT inbound at 17 mi from the field. However, at about the same time Tanya calmly demanded “Left turn now, heads UP.” No hesitation, I complied. She had been watching this target converge on the mode S. Yep. There is the Mooney. They were calling distances from the field by simply reading the DME from the VOR which is about 13 mi from the field. Tanya wanted to stomp on them on the radio and point out their mistake, but I kept her from it. They were out doing the same thing we were, and if there is any kind of weather to make some simple mistakes, this was the right day. But, where was their safety pilot, allowing such transgressions to continue. They made a few more grossly incorrect position calls before departing the area. We love mode S traffic. We just kept a close eye on that target.

Ok, so where were we, headed down from the FAF on the first approach. Getting things stabilized in the decent, mixture, prop, speed, flaps, pre-landing checklist, making the radio calls since this is kinda’ a non-standard thing going on for any other VFR pilots in the area. I did my rookie mistake I call a “Boing”, as in bouncing off the floor. I didn’t arrest my decent early enough and flew through my 1180′ minimum by a few feet. This calls for a positive change to get back up where we are supposed to be. This is no good at all in the soup or on a check ride. That is why we’re out here burning the fuel. The missed approach point comes up pretty fast. I take a quick glance out the window as we approach the MAP to see if we’re in a position to make a “normal decent and landing”. This is our recognized 30 day VOR air checkpoint for today . Yep, and we go missed with climb power and a climbing right turn to 2500′ back to the initial approach fix (same location as the FAF). I reintercepted the VOR outbound course without getting sucker punched by the needle this time. Rinse and repeat.

After the second approach, I entered the published holding pattern and nailed the 1min inbound leg on the first lap. The GPS and EFIS track and wind correction data makes this almost child’s play. On the next inbound leg, we swapped safety pilots and Tanya went under the hood. She did a couple more laps in my perfectly established holding pattern . She departed the hold inbound for her two runs at this approach. She clearly had her mojo in order and executed two pretty nice approaches, although she wasn’t immune to the “boing” on the first one either.

Next up on the hit list was to do a number of GPS approaches at Georgetown. We fly these in a few different practice modes. This GPS approach is just a plain old GPS approach with advisory vertical guidance. We sometimes (most of the time) use the vertical to simulate a precision approach, observing minimums of course. We also sometimes do the “dive and drive” step down. Then sometimes feed in the autopilot just to remember how it behaves setup various ways. With the GPS approach loaded up and active, Tanya proceed to fly two approaches with a missed. Some of the trick here is basic aircraft control with a lot (depends on who you talk to) of GPS button pushing and controller interaction.

The tower has gotten into the habit of being sure to ask us at what speed we’re going to fly the approach for sequencing. I’m very comfortable flying this approach anywhere from 85-140kts. Tanya likes the good ol’ 90kts until the 2.5mi mark to slow down for flaps. So she did her two, then it was my turn. I pushed the power up a little and let the tower know that we had changed seats and that the next few would be a little more rapid at about 130kts. Around and around we went. I let the autopilot fly one course intercept getting its guidance through the GRT efis. It flew way out through the course line with almost no anticipation and came back to pick it up. Hey, that isn’t cool. I double and triple checked my nav setup, that should have done better than that. I threw the toggle switch and let the A/P fly the next course transition coupled directly to the 430W. Yep, nice and pretty. We’ll work more on that some other day.

I let my third GPS approach down to a perfectly respectable landing. Our SOP is that as we touch down and are firmly on the ground, rolling out, the copilot is reconfiguring for ground ops. So before the nose has even touched down, Tanya is turning off the wig-wags, fuel pump off, carb heat cold, mixture lean for taxi, and dispatch the “missed” flashing stuff on the displays. As we turned off of the runway, she said “whew, I’m pooped”. I was ready to do a couple more, but fuel was at our minimums. We accomplished a lot in that 2.4hrs of flight, just barely leaving the pattern. The good, bad, and the ugly is there for all to see on the APRS track. It is a great training and debrief tool.

IFR Currency via APRS

Another Trip to the Coast

Sunday, November 1st, 2009

Two years and three months went by without us making a single trip to the coast. Now, we’ve been there twice in as many weeks. Paul and Louise had planned to have a hangar, birthday, wedding, etc. party last fall. Unfortunately, mother nature did not approve of that plan and sent Hurricane Ike their way. Now, Paul and Louise are not exactly two people that let a little thing like a hurricane stop them. So, they tried again this past weekend and could not have ordered better weather. Severe clear and seventy degrees down in Houston.

They mixed their worlds of caving and aviation under one hangar roof for the day. Lots of food, drinks, conversation, and music. They invited Bark McLeod to come sing some of her ballads. If you ever get a chance to hear her, it was quite entertaining. Mel imparted his usual wisdom on us new kids, and we both had our dose of “we gotta live with our airplane sooner than later”.

Scott did a nice landing and takeoff from their 21 foot strip. I declined - they would have had to pick me up from the muni airport a few miles away. Nothing to it for him.