Sim Lesson 4 Tonight

Since Jonah didn’t come and amuse me, I spent my day off in the pub. Literally. I had many Caesars and pints of harp. I thought Caesars were just Canuckian Bloody Mary’s, but apparently they’ve got sort of clam juice in them too. I had 3 of them before someone pointed this out to me, so obviously I don’t mind. It does explain the flavor that I couldn’t quite account for. It doesn’t taste like clams, though.

I’ve never spent over 11 hours in a pub before, that’s got to be some sort of record. Rob, my sim partner from last year, accompanied me. We were just planning on getting lunch, but we didn’t have anything else to do, or anywhere to go, so we just stayed. There’s not much motivation to go downtown in weather like this. It stops raining occasionally, but the skies have been overcast continuously since I arrived. It’s been an entire work week, and I have yet to actually see the sun. The forecast is for more of the same.

My sim partner failed his oral for the second time last night, so he’s being sent home. I’m not sure what his fate will be, but the important part is that he’s no longer my sim partner. This is a very good, welcome, thing. I now have no sim partner, which is fine. It means that my instructor will be both running the sim and my non-flying pilot, which is fine. Tonight, though, one of the girls that was having some trouble asked if she could be my non-flying pilot. I magnanimously relayed the request, and it was approved. We went through callouts together, and she seems to have a pretty good grasp of what’s going on, so it’s a big improvement over my last partner.

Tonight’s the sign-off lesson for non-precision approaches… wish me luck! Assuming I pass, the hard stuff starts tomorrow….

The Vampyrical Life

Jonah should be here to amuse me, but she elected to contract a viral infection from her employers. I decided I wanted to be not-sick more than I wanted to see her, I told her to stay home. Normally, I view my immune system as impenetrable, but I don’t think it’s worth the risk right now. I won’t be able to make matza ball soup for her from Canada, though.

I woke up some time this afternoon, canceled my health insurance, showered, and caught up on my google reader feeds. I’ve gotten some good scrabble playing in, but consuming the internet is troublesome during the day because it’s so slow. Now that it’s 2:30am, I have it all to myself, and I can do things like stream Pandora. (Only after I tricked it into thinking I was in the U.S. because it’s apparently not available outside the U.S.) Usually I’d rather just listen to Radio Paradise, but they seem to be on some sort of reggae kick this morning.

My sole foray outside of my hotel room today involved a trip down to the Foggy Dew. I had several beers, “fries supreme”, and a “steak and Guinness pie”. This turned out to be an absurdly large amount of food, and I consumed all of it, even though there wasn’t any good reason to do so. I just can’t stand to throw away good food. The “fries supreme” turned out to be a sort of west coast poutine. French fries, covered in “a variety of Canadian cheeses” (at least, that what the menu said), bacon, sauteed onions and the whole thing was topped with gravy. I’ve never actually had poutine, and wanted to try it while I’m here. Maybe I’ll find the real thing somewhere while Joanna’s here.

The steak and Guinness pie was perfectly acceptable, though this sort of Irish food is never terribly exciting. I’m sure I’d do a much better job of it.

I’m considering deleting my Facebook account. I’m not sure I can explain why. Sometimes I toy with the idea of canceling my internet connection, too.

It’s funny, as recently as 5-6 years ago, I didn’t have any trouble staying up until 4am and sleeping until the afternoon, regularly. It was my natural sleep pattern–the only thing that seemed to change that was working at the air force academy. Some times I find adjusting my sleep schedule to be easier than others. I’m not having any trouble sleeping, but I am finding that I’m not alert at all alert at 4am like I need to be. Last night in the sim, while I was non-flying pilot, I felt my brain disconnect. I was completely unable to comprehend the things I needed to comprehend, in a very basic way. At one point I looked at the HSI and couldn’t tell which way we were flying in reference to the VOR that was tuned up. I just couldn’t figure it out. I’m not sure how much of that was simply that I’d been in the sim too long, and how much of it was due to the time of night.

I’m a bit worried about the next sim session which doesn’t start until 1:15am, and I’m slated to go second. That means I don’t start until 3:15, and don’t finish until 5:15. Yeah.

So, even though I could have gone to bed, and probably fallen asleep at midnight, here I am, awake at 4:30am. But I think that’s about all I can take for now.

Sim Lesson 1

Overall, it went okay. Our instructor was unable to get on the earlier flight from Phoenix, so he didn’t get to the sim until about 2345. That still gave us an hour to brief. My sim partner and I went to the sim location early, in hopes of finding a procedures trainer where we could practice callouts beforehand. Partner had clearly not done much effective studying, so it ended up being a couple hours of me teaching him.

I elected to fly first. Normally, the person who flies second has an advantage, because you get to learn from the mistakes the first guy made. In this case, I was worried that if Partner went first, that we’d spend the whole time stuck on the ground.

I discovered immediately that my basic instrument skills were worse than rusty. Fortunately, I used to be a pilot, so my abilities are coming back. The Dash controls are really heavy, and it’s incredibly sensitive in pitch, but rolls like a pig. I did some turns, climbs and descents without the auto pilot to get a feel for it, then we went right into the stall series. They were to standards on my first attempt, which is much better than I managed on the jet. After that, a couple of ILS approaches to landings in Memphis. There were a few malfunctions, but being the first day they were all pretty easy things like deice malfunctions, or fuel filter bypass indications. The last approach terminated in a miss, which went okay.

I was surprised at the number of little bitty things from the CRJ that I missed. Things like the autopilot controls in the jet all have clicking detents. So if you want to turn a heading bug 1 degree left, you turn the knob one click left. The Dash doesn’t have any clicks, so I wasted a lot of time trying to get things pointed in the correct direction.

The big thing it’s missing, though, is the moving map. In the CRJ, there’s a map that shows the aircraft’s position relative to the currently-important navigational aids. This is nice in a missed approach, where it’s hard to keep your head around a complicated series of things that you’re only going to do if you don’t get to land.

Other quirks: The airspeed indicator is not at all intuitive and reminds me of the one in T-37. The control wheel is enormous compared to the one in the CRJ, and it feels like it’s in the wrong place. The landings are straight forward enough, and the approaches are nice and slow so I’ve got time to watch it all happen. In a lot of ways, that’s been my saving grace: I’m used to how fast things happen in a jet, and the slowness of the turboprop helps out.

I was still very overwhelmed, but it was nowhere near as bad as my first lesson on the jet. Now that I’ve been through it once, I have confidence that I’ll be able to handle it as I get there. I’m still pretty nervous about single engine procedures, but we don’t actually get to those until Lesson 5.

Tonight is basically the same stuff we did last night, only it’s a “sign off” lesson, which means I need to be able to do everything I learned last night to standards. I’m not anticipating too much of a problem.

I went to sleep around 6am, and unfortunately woke up to a fire alarm at about 1:20pm. I felt well rested when I woke up–not sure how I’ll be doing tonight.

Canada!

So, Jonah and I stayed up until 2am last night. My plan was that I would be tired this afternoon, so I could sleep when I got to Vancouver, and then be awake for me 12:45am-4:45am sim session.

I woke up around 7am this morning, far earlier than I needed or wanted to. Jonah drove me to Denver and I got to my flight as they were boarding. My boarding pass made the machine beep loudly, which turned out to be a good thing. It meant that I’d been upgraded to 1st class. This was a vast improvement over the middle seat I did have in the back of the plane.

There was a loud, large, friendly man next to me, but fortunately he decided to watch The Day the Earth Stood still when they started playing it. I had no intention of watching it, but started second-guessing that decision when I noticed Jennifer Connelly. Still, she hasn’t been in anything good ever since Beautiful Mind, I don’t think.

I spent most of the flight going over callouts, flows and memory items in preparation for the sim. I ate some totally unidentifiable saladish goop and a turkey sandwich for lunch. They were unimpressive — thus far I’m inclined to think that Delta has better first class food than United.

After exiting the plane in Vancouver, we were funneled through some sort of strange walkway with beaches. I’m not sure if there were live sea creatures, or just placards talking about them. Eventually, we got to the arrivals lobby, and was astounded at the thousands of people waiting in line to clear customs. It looked like a 3-4 hour wait. After waiting about 10 minutes, I realized that I’m in uniform and that ought to count for something.

Sure enough, one of the people marshaling us pointed me to a crew line. “Uniformed Flight Crew or Diplomatic Passport Holders only,” said the line. I keep my pilot certificate in my passport so I don’t lose it, but forgot to take it out when I handed it to the immigration agent. She wanted to know who was pictured on the back. “Orville and Wilbur Wright,” I told her. She seemed content, then asked me why I was staying 16 days. Flight crew stays for 1 day at a time. That took some explaining, but she eventually let me through. This is good, otherwise I might still be there.

After checking into the hotel, I tried to take a nap, but gave up after an hour. So much for that plan. Instead, I asked at the front desk where the nearest grocery store was, and set out on a walk. The weather is typical northwest Pacific winter: temps just above freezing, overcast, a bit foggy, and drizzling precip.

I’m in Richmond, BC. Everything feels somewhat cramped. The streets are big and busy, and there’s not enough room on the sidewalks. I walked under a monorail track, which made me think of the Simpsons. I never saw an actual train on it, though. This area appears to be a sort of Chinatown. The predominant ethnicity is Asian—presumably Japanese, but I’m not good at figuring this out. There’s many Japanese restaurants, but some Dim Sum as well. There’s zillion Asian grocery stores, even a large Asian supermarket. Not as big as the one in the Phoenix cultural center, but still big. There’s lots of promising looking restaurants of all kinds.

I stopped at an ATM to get some funny looking money, even though I probably could just use my credit card. I withdrew 40 Canuckian dollars, which, on my bank statement is $32.39 US including the $1.50 CDN ATM fee. Not bad.

I found the normal (well, if a Canuck grocery could be called normal) grocery store. I have a microwave and a fridge in my room, so I considered what sorts of food I might could buy. I settled on some orange juice (My usual Tropicana, but the label’s a little different and it’s avec pulpe), and some cranberry juice.

The total was $20 which seems outrageously expensive, but I didn’t have a store discount card, and it’s not real money.

My change consisted of a bills with old guys on the front and hockey players on the back. Seriously. And some two-loonie coins, which are nifty. They’re a bit bulky, but not thick or heavy.

I came back to my room, and heard some of my classmates behind a door across the hall, so I stopped by to say hi. We hung out for a bit, then walked downstairs to the Irish Pub attached at to the hotel. Yup, that’s right, I’ve got an Irish Pub attached to my hotel. What more could a guy want? It’s called the Foggy Dew.

I had a pretty good lamb burger with some decent fries and.. water. Drinking water at an Irish Pub should be criminal, but I’ve got a sim session tonight, thus on duty, so I can’t drink.

It’s quarter to 10pm now, so I’m going to change clothes and head downstairs to meet my sim partner so we can practice callouts before we go into the actual sim. Instead of proofreading this post:)