Although now I'm thinking of that famous video clip of the fellow who got in the helicopter and accidentally took off. I guess legally he couldn't log it because he didn't intend to be flying. However, that was probably the least of his concerns at that point.
Nice twist ~ so I couldn't help but respond.
Actually there doesn't have to be a 'personal intention' to fly. The regulation says 'when the
aircraft moves under
it's own power..'til after landing. Yeah, there does have to be a 'flight' and a landing, but the reg never says 'intent', it says 'purpose under it's own power', and it only states the facts that start and end a 'flight'.
Key word being 'flight'.
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However, I didn't intend to carry on the 'highjacking' of this thread by beating the old 'flight time' dead horse. I don't care how anybody does it. I was sucked in by the play on 'intent' rater than 'purpose'.
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When I first started reading this thread, I was "Mr. Grumpy", the old man cfi who thought it childish and improper for flight instructors to sit around and joke and laugh about their students ~
(gigity) ...until I read a few and began to slowly fall back in time to when I used to do the same thing. And we all learned from it.
To an 'outsider', it may seem that the 'instructors' are 'laughing down' at their students, but we all are laughing at our own selves because we all make mistakes and say and do stupid things.
And students know it too, and so we are all in the same room looking for 'tips'; 'insight'; 'info'; just plain old entertainment aviation related.
So here's one of my 'stupid student' events.
First day in the Army Aviator Fixed-Wing Course, doing a walk-around pre-flight with a student, on a Cessna L-19 Birddog.
(basic airframe of a Cessna 180)
After walking around the tail, I'm leading him up the side of the fuselage towards the cockpit door (under the wing), and he walks straight-up into the trailing edge of the flap. Smacked him straight across the forehead right between the hairline and eyebrows. Didn't cut, but made a sharp red line.
I stepped out, crouched down under the wing, and asked him, "Did you hurt it?" (looking intently at the possible cut)
He stepped back, looked intently at the trailing edge of the flap, reached up and squeezed it between his fingers, and said, "No, I don't think so, Sir."