cmill
Cold Ass Honky
Well, despite feeling like i just walked into a bar that im not welcome at, heres my .02:
I started my flight training at Spartan, where i got my private. I could read check lists like a bad ass and do clearing turns like no body's business. I never realized how little practical flight experience i was getting until I moved out to Reno with a couple of buddies.
When i moved to Reno, a guy who i started with at spartan was actually my instructor, he was actually the only instructor at this branch. The Chief Instructor was all the way out in Utah. So it was just me, him and two airplanes. We had absolutely no limitations on what was permissible. While time building for my commercial I as given a credit card and told to go as far and to as many airports I could get to on a tank of gas. Short strips, gravel strips, class B airspace. It didnt matter the Chief (who was never there) figured that was the best way to get experience. It was. I look back on that flying as the most fun, and also when i learned the most. Just me and a 140hp 172 with no gps, no dme, and a single VOR flying through the mountains getting into situations that a 150 hour pilot has no business being in. There were breakdowns at airports with no mx, and no hotels, and no one to come save me. Guess what? You figure out how to make it work. Thats the whole point to this flying things. You gotta get used to working without a net. I scared the hell out of myself more times than i can count during that period, but it made me the pilot I am today, and gave me experience to build on for a lifetime. It wouldnt have been the same if there was someone there looking over my shoulder, telling me not to do something for my own good. It was a hands off operation, for better and worse at the same time.
The point is, I would have never known what I was missing if I had stayed at Spartan, because If the kool aid had time to set in, I would be sitting on the other side of the fence right now, telling pragman how dangerous it is to go into an airport like williston, and to take the more conservative approach. Screw that. I'll take flying a VOR radial through a mountain pass in the middle of the night any day of the week.
I started my flight training at Spartan, where i got my private. I could read check lists like a bad ass and do clearing turns like no body's business. I never realized how little practical flight experience i was getting until I moved out to Reno with a couple of buddies.
When i moved to Reno, a guy who i started with at spartan was actually my instructor, he was actually the only instructor at this branch. The Chief Instructor was all the way out in Utah. So it was just me, him and two airplanes. We had absolutely no limitations on what was permissible. While time building for my commercial I as given a credit card and told to go as far and to as many airports I could get to on a tank of gas. Short strips, gravel strips, class B airspace. It didnt matter the Chief (who was never there) figured that was the best way to get experience. It was. I look back on that flying as the most fun, and also when i learned the most. Just me and a 140hp 172 with no gps, no dme, and a single VOR flying through the mountains getting into situations that a 150 hour pilot has no business being in. There were breakdowns at airports with no mx, and no hotels, and no one to come save me. Guess what? You figure out how to make it work. Thats the whole point to this flying things. You gotta get used to working without a net. I scared the hell out of myself more times than i can count during that period, but it made me the pilot I am today, and gave me experience to build on for a lifetime. It wouldnt have been the same if there was someone there looking over my shoulder, telling me not to do something for my own good. It was a hands off operation, for better and worse at the same time.
The point is, I would have never known what I was missing if I had stayed at Spartan, because If the kool aid had time to set in, I would be sitting on the other side of the fence right now, telling pragman how dangerous it is to go into an airport like williston, and to take the more conservative approach. Screw that. I'll take flying a VOR radial through a mountain pass in the middle of the night any day of the week.