Back in the Aircraft Seat

Zach and I flew up to Wiley Post today to drop someone off there. I filed my first IFR flight plan, and flew IFR up there.

It was quite turbulent today, so I was having a hard time of it. First time flying an airplane in a couple of weeks, and today wasn’t an easy day to do it.

I copied my IFR clearance down okay, but had a heck of a time reading it back. The controller reads you an endless string of things which until you get the hang of, is rather hard to elegantly write down and repeat all very quickly.

On the way over to Wiley Post, we filed at 4,000 which ended up being kinda nifty, as the cloud layer was right at 4,000 feet. It was only a broken layer, so we were in and out of clouds. It looked really cool, just flying through them.

I shot the VOR approach into Wiley post, actually did it twice for practice. The first time I was all over the place, busted my MDA and got a low altitude alert from the controller, which is considered bad. It’s hard enough flying a light plane straight and level when you can see outside. Flying the needles in turbulence is rough.

On the way to Wiley Post, Zach and the guy behind in the back were on a headset splitter, so the controller couldn’t really hear Zach very well at all, so I had to make all the radio calls. There’s a lot of talking in IFR flying, and it’s all new sorts of talking that I’m not used to, so that was an added stress.

After dropping the guy off, we flew back to Westheimer, and I shot the localizer approach coming in. Although I lost the needle once, I got back on it before the final approach fix and flew fairly decent approach back in. Zach made all the radio calls which helped out quite a bit.

Flying IFR makes me feel like a real pilot:)

It’s good to be back in a real plane, but I was so very exhausted. 2.1 hours IFR in turbulence is enough to make me sleep well tonight.

Instrument Stage 3

Well, I finally got that stage check done. I’m done with the stupid simulators, at least until I get to the commercial program.

Zach thinks I’ll be done by the end of next week. In fact, what he said is I’ll fly three lessons a day Mon-Wed. Which means I’d be signed off for my stage check on Wednesday. I doubt it. We’ll see what happens.

It’s back to studying. This time for the oral exam.

I’m hoping for some nice cloudy weather next week. No thunderstorms, just clouds.

Berck

Stupid

Well, my stage check lasted all of 15 minutes. Calvo, after canceling on me yesterday was 45 minutes late today. I flew one approach in the simulator, then started the published missed approach. I was supposedly executing a tear drop entry, but after flying outbound, I turned back to intercept the inbound leg. The wrong way. So he failed me. Just like that.

I feel like breaking things, but there’s nothing suitable around.

On top of that, I still feel sick.

I’m probably going to have to waste another stupid week waiting for him to schedule me again. So much for getting done in August.

Try Again Tomorrow

Zach called me at noon today to tell me that my stage check wasn’t going to be today afterall. It’s supposedly tomorrow at 3pm. I’m not going to hold my breath.

Joanna says that I’ve given her my allergies, so it’s probably a cold. She’s probably right. I felt worse today. I spent most of the day reading.

This endless game of hurry up and wait drives me crazy. I work like crazy for a week, only so they can dawdle about scheduling my stage checks. I haven’t done anything since Friday.

A nothing doing Monday

My allergies have been acting up this weekend, so I haven’t been feeling great. Today was better than yesterday.

Yesterday, I went to the pharmacy to buy some pseudophedrine. It seems that in the state of Oklahoma, purchasing Sudafed is almost as hard as getting narcotics. You don’t need a prescription, but you do need a background check. Apparently it’s an ingredient used in the manufacturing of crystal meth. And apparently the state of Oklahoma thinks that making it difficult to get will do something about the “drug problem”. So far all it’s done is increased meth traffic 300% between Texas and Oklahoma. And seriously. If I’m going to make crystal meth, a short drive to a neighboring state to pick up some Sudafed sounds pretty simple compared to selling the stuff. It makes me mad.

I tinkered a bit with Arthur today. He has breaker points. I’ve heard about breaker points in history books, but never actually seen them. And I certainly don’t have a “dwell meter”– the device needed to set points properly. You can, it seems, make do with a feeler gauge. Which is what I did. He runs quite a bit better now, but he’s still making an ignition-related noise I’m not sure about.

I’d like to sell him, but I just don’t know that it’s going to happen. After running an ad in the Oklahoman for a week, I got all of one phone call. Considering that an ad in the Oklahoman is $44, I can’t exactly afford to run it for a couple of months. I’m not exactly sure what to do. I’d put him on ebay, but I doubt I’ll get any bites there either. People looking for old trucks haven’t don’t seem to go for places like ebay. Unless it’s an old rust bucket they hope to pick up for $50. Putting him on ebay means I need pictures. Without a digital camera, that takes awhile.

I wouldn’t mind keeping him forever. But he’s not a terribly practical second vehicle. An excellent third vehicle, but I’m not sure about second. And he still needs a lot of suspension work and the transmission’s been a bit flaky since I bought it. I plan to drive the transmission ’till it craps out. The suspension can be a bit more dangerous. Particularly when it comes to hauling things. Which is what he’s supposedly good for.

But it’s little things. Like the turn signal stalk broke off in my hand last week.

I got a phone call today that my stage check will be tomorrow afternoon. I hope I pass, because if I don’t, I’ll probably have to wait around another week until they call me again.

I’m just not sure about the simulator. I have a hard time taking it seriously and pretending it’s an airplane. But if I pass, that’s all I’ve got to do in it. Well, for my instrument rating anyway. I’ll have to do a little more time in my commercial with it. Stupid thing.

I made potato and leek soup and some salad for dinner. Joanna seemed excited about it, which is good because I think she’s going to be eating it for lunch for a few days:)

She won’t eat my Russian dressing. She put mayonnaise on hers.