Chewie von Nubbins
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I was finally able to start the long cross-country solo today in the final phase of finishing up my PPL requirements, before the checkride. I launched at 12:00pm sharp. The course was from KGTR to KTUP to KTCL, back to KGTR (Columbus, MS / Tupelo, MS / Columbus, MS) with a few other county airports mixed in there for checkpoints.
I got going and cleared the initial Class D airspace at KGTR and tried to contact Memphis Approach on the radio. Nothing. So, I say goodbye for the VFR flight following and just continue on my way. I get about 15 miles outside of Tupelo, MS and start hitting some decent rain, with some very nasty stuff lurking in the midst. Get through the initial rain and at about 12 miles outside of Tupelo, I call up the Tupelo tower. He gets to the last letter of my N number and the radio just craps out. I keep trying to get him, but same thing over and over again. I then get about 4 or 5 miles outside his Class D airspace and make the call. Same damn thing. He spoke quickly and I hear him saying that my voice transmission is breaking up, say again. Then I come to the conclusion that my radios are cooked. I picked up my handheld (thank God I brought the thing along) and hear him saying: "Don't enter my airspace, I got a regional jet on runway 36." So, I start doing a couple of 360's about 5 miles outside his airspace, while I am starting to freak out a bit. I gave up on the radios and used the handheld. The regional jet is able to hear my handheld radio, with my saying that my radios in the plane are cooked and I need to make a full stop....student pilot on long x/c solo. Thanks to the guy in the regional for helping me out! After the 3rd 360, I cranked the handheld up to full volume and hear him tell me that I am cleared to land - runway 36. God really heard my prayers. I make a 4 or 5 mile final in for 36 and put the 172P down on the runway.
I then pull up to the FBO and a couple of guys from the FBO are waiting out on the ramp to park me. Kill the engine, crack the door, and the guy at the FBO was happy to greet me. He said that he had been listening to my ordeal on the tower freq. He then tells me that there are a strong line of thunderstorms that are breaking out around the area and I was lucky to have got down when I did...otherwise it would have been a complete show up there. I make the phone call to the guy running my flight school and explain the situation. He tells me that he is on his way to pick me up in the car, we will leave the plane up in Tupelo until tomorrow.
About 15 minutes later, some of the strongest thunderstorms I have seen in my lifetime completely consume the area. There was nothing forecast for rain/thunderstorm on DUATS at 11:30 when I was getting everything ready to go. These storms just came out of nowhere. I hate to think what would have happened if my radios had not crapped out? I still need to sleep on the whole ordeal in order to truly digest it.
What do you think? Divine intervention? I am not a religious man by any stretch of the imagination, but what happened to me today surely had to be divine intervention!
I got going and cleared the initial Class D airspace at KGTR and tried to contact Memphis Approach on the radio. Nothing. So, I say goodbye for the VFR flight following and just continue on my way. I get about 15 miles outside of Tupelo, MS and start hitting some decent rain, with some very nasty stuff lurking in the midst. Get through the initial rain and at about 12 miles outside of Tupelo, I call up the Tupelo tower. He gets to the last letter of my N number and the radio just craps out. I keep trying to get him, but same thing over and over again. I then get about 4 or 5 miles outside his Class D airspace and make the call. Same damn thing. He spoke quickly and I hear him saying that my voice transmission is breaking up, say again. Then I come to the conclusion that my radios are cooked. I picked up my handheld (thank God I brought the thing along) and hear him saying: "Don't enter my airspace, I got a regional jet on runway 36." So, I start doing a couple of 360's about 5 miles outside his airspace, while I am starting to freak out a bit. I gave up on the radios and used the handheld. The regional jet is able to hear my handheld radio, with my saying that my radios in the plane are cooked and I need to make a full stop....student pilot on long x/c solo. Thanks to the guy in the regional for helping me out! After the 3rd 360, I cranked the handheld up to full volume and hear him tell me that I am cleared to land - runway 36. God really heard my prayers. I make a 4 or 5 mile final in for 36 and put the 172P down on the runway.
I then pull up to the FBO and a couple of guys from the FBO are waiting out on the ramp to park me. Kill the engine, crack the door, and the guy at the FBO was happy to greet me. He said that he had been listening to my ordeal on the tower freq. He then tells me that there are a strong line of thunderstorms that are breaking out around the area and I was lucky to have got down when I did...otherwise it would have been a complete show up there. I make the phone call to the guy running my flight school and explain the situation. He tells me that he is on his way to pick me up in the car, we will leave the plane up in Tupelo until tomorrow.
About 15 minutes later, some of the strongest thunderstorms I have seen in my lifetime completely consume the area. There was nothing forecast for rain/thunderstorm on DUATS at 11:30 when I was getting everything ready to go. These storms just came out of nowhere. I hate to think what would have happened if my radios had not crapped out? I still need to sleep on the whole ordeal in order to truly digest it.
What do you think? Divine intervention? I am not a religious man by any stretch of the imagination, but what happened to me today surely had to be divine intervention!