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What I did with my weekend... - Tina Marie's Ramblings
Red hair and black leather, my favorite colour scheme...
What I did with my weekend...
Saturday morning I went out to the airport. I didn't really have much flying enthusiasm. In fact, I haven't had much flying enthusiasm at all lately...and I finally realized what was wrong. I wasn't sick of flying - I was just sick of flying by myself.

So when Jim and his Pacer (for sale - if you know anyone who wants a nice PA22/20, email me) pulled up in front of my hanger, I buttonholed him to go to Brehnam for lunch. Somehow the topic of formation flying came up, and I found out that he'd never done any, besides flying on tow. So Michael rode along with Jim to give him some formation-flying dual.

We stopped at Jim's home base, Dry Creek, so he could get cheap fuel. It was only a few miles from home, but I had a terrible time finding it, and then I totally botched the landing - came in too fast, too high, didn't get the crosswind correction right - I just pounded it into the grass.

We left and headed to Brehnam. They formed up on me a few miles out, and it went pretty good. I couldn't understand them on the radio, so when I started to descend, we got a bit close and Jim aborted.

After lunch, we went back to the soaring club. By then, he had it down, and besides a slight tendency to stay too far behind and not far enough to the side (from years of flying on tow), he stuck nicely in position. We flew the pattern in formation, until I misjudged final and he couldn't follow me.

I hung out, visited, and got a nasty sunburn, for about 2 hours, then flew back to Weiser. 1.5 total. It's going to be nice to have somebody new to do formation work, ever since my regular formation-flying partner up and moved to England on me. :)

Today was my glider tow duty day. The field was a bit wet. I hadn't flown the towplanes in months, so it took a while to knock the rust off. At the end of the day, we had somebody who wanted to bang out 5 pattern tows really fast. I figured out a really great way to get him up to altitude fast - I took off, turned at the end of the field, then just continued the turn. If I got the bank angle just right, I ended up at the glider pattern entry point after a 360 degree turn, at exactly 1000 ft. As soon as he released, I just had to turn left and dive for the runway, and land. I don't think I've ever banged out 5 tows so fast, and it was more fun then any tow pilot deserves to have. Total for the day, 31 tows, 5.7 hours in the plane.

And at the end of the day, one of the glider pilots hugged me and told me I was his favorite tow pilot. Made me feel all warm and fuzzy. :)

Yeah, it was a great weekend. 7.2 hours of flying isn't bad for a weekend when I didn't even feel like flying.

Oh, and I came up with a great idea for a song. It would be the ballad of a student glider pilot who landed off field:

I was looking for lift in all the wrong places
Looking for lift in blue, empty spaces.
Searching the sky, looking for traces
Of what.. I'm dreaming of...
Hopin' to find enough height to recover.
God bless the day I discover
Another ship, lookin' for lift.

Current Mood: exhausted exhausted

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quotation From: quotation Date: February 22nd, 2004 08:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
Swank! Your club has an L33! I love those sexy babies.
skywhisperer From: skywhisperer Date: February 22nd, 2004 08:42 pm (UTC) (Link)


I've never flown it, but the people who do seem to love it. :)
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