I didn't intend to get a pilot's license. My brother simply gifted me an introduction class. He's sat in the back while the instructor sat next to me in front. Four man plane.
I've been in a variety of small crap planes for tours. My perspective of small planes is basically a VW bus with wings hanging on. This was not that. This was a Porsche with wings.
So we take off from a tiny airport in Northeast Philadelphia and then go to the Jersey side. We have a certain range of what we're allowed before we go into various military base airspace. Stay away from that.
He then hands the controls to me. There's a point in the horizon and you have to start turning left to go pull a u-turn, etc. It was fun. And then we return to the airport.
At this point he said it's all yours. I don't want you to land but I want you to hit the wheels and then lift off again. Touch and go landings.
What the f*** does that mean? He told me: you see this little light above you that's not on right now? When it goes on there will be an alarm sound. This means the plane does not have enough lift and you're about to die. That's also the exact moment you want to hit the runway. You have to adjust throttle and stick, no I had a fancy sports car handle, and you just have to hit that runway in about 3 seconds after that alarm goes off. What the f***? Yeah, you're going to be floating in on low power and you're going to be dipping the nose but not too much, and the air speed alarm will go off and that means you've got three seconds to hit your wheels onto the runway. If you are actually going to stop we do other things but what I want you to do at that point after you hit the runway is hit the throttle and pull the stick back and go back up.
I did this for about 15 minutes. Maybe I had three touch and goes. My brother in the back starts screaming he was about to puke get him off the plane. So that was the end of my lesson. I landed, and we got out. It was one of the most intense experiences of my life and I would so love to do it again.
I've been in a variety of small crap planes for tours. My perspective of small planes is basically a VW bus with wings hanging on. This was not that. This was a Porsche with wings.
So we take off from a tiny airport in Northeast Philadelphia and then go to the Jersey side. We have a certain range of what we're allowed before we go into various military base airspace. Stay away from that.
He then hands the controls to me. There's a point in the horizon and you have to start turning left to go pull a u-turn, etc. It was fun. And then we return to the airport.
At this point he said it's all yours. I don't want you to land but I want you to hit the wheels and then lift off again. Touch and go landings.
What the f*** does that mean? He told me: you see this little light above you that's not on right now? When it goes on there will be an alarm sound. This means the plane does not have enough lift and you're about to die. That's also the exact moment you want to hit the runway. You have to adjust throttle and stick, no I had a fancy sports car handle, and you just have to hit that runway in about 3 seconds after that alarm goes off. What the f***? Yeah, you're going to be floating in on low power and you're going to be dipping the nose but not too much, and the air speed alarm will go off and that means you've got three seconds to hit your wheels onto the runway. If you are actually going to stop we do other things but what I want you to do at that point after you hit the runway is hit the throttle and pull the stick back and go back up.
I did this for about 15 minutes. Maybe I had three touch and goes. My brother in the back starts screaming he was about to puke get him off the plane. So that was the end of my lesson. I landed, and we got out. It was one of the most intense experiences of my life and I would so love to do it again.