Cherokee_Cruiser
Bronteroc
Shouldn\'t this be a FAILED checkride?!?!?!?
This part:
Back to my checkride, and out Herb's window I look for the emergency landing spot, but before I have a chance to say anything, he lowers the nose and points out a spot. Obviously he has my emergency all planned out. Wouldn't it be nice if it were always that way?
Ahead there is a long, grass airstrip snuggled into the trees. Ok, I'm fine with this. I check the indications to see why the engine quit, ignoring the glaring indication of his hand on the pulled-out throttle. Gas is on, mixture is rich, carb heat is on, key is on both, and master is on. Danged if I know why the engine quit, except for that hand-on-the-throttle thing.
I tell him I would dial in 121.5 and declare an emergency. Squawk 7700. Open the doors in case of a hard landing that could buckle the airframe. I tell him I'd shut the fuel off to avoid fire.
I say this all as I am descending and lining up on a downwind-type entry for this field. Here is my next error. I didn't circle the approach end. I flew it down as if I had power and was going to come in for a "normal" landing. Every other emergency landing has been spiraling down to a nice field. I didn't see a "field" here, I saw a runway. Runway habits are hard to break, and I ran out of energy before I ran into a good spot to land. Herb is yelling, "What are you doing? We're dead. You're taking us into the trees. You're going to kill us." Nothing like a little peace and quiet-contentment on an FAA private pilot checkride.
He takes the plane, climbs us out, and shows me what I should have done.
I'm thinking, "That's it. I've failed. I have to go back, tail tucked, and face the failure music."
Then he gives me the plane and has me climb to 1,500, whereupon we move into another maneuver.
Right into another maneuver? If I'd failed, he'd have to tell me, right? I'm brightening. I'm feeling pretty good here.
taken from: HERE!!!
This part:
Back to my checkride, and out Herb's window I look for the emergency landing spot, but before I have a chance to say anything, he lowers the nose and points out a spot. Obviously he has my emergency all planned out. Wouldn't it be nice if it were always that way?
Ahead there is a long, grass airstrip snuggled into the trees. Ok, I'm fine with this. I check the indications to see why the engine quit, ignoring the glaring indication of his hand on the pulled-out throttle. Gas is on, mixture is rich, carb heat is on, key is on both, and master is on. Danged if I know why the engine quit, except for that hand-on-the-throttle thing.
I tell him I would dial in 121.5 and declare an emergency. Squawk 7700. Open the doors in case of a hard landing that could buckle the airframe. I tell him I'd shut the fuel off to avoid fire.
I say this all as I am descending and lining up on a downwind-type entry for this field. Here is my next error. I didn't circle the approach end. I flew it down as if I had power and was going to come in for a "normal" landing. Every other emergency landing has been spiraling down to a nice field. I didn't see a "field" here, I saw a runway. Runway habits are hard to break, and I ran out of energy before I ran into a good spot to land. Herb is yelling, "What are you doing? We're dead. You're taking us into the trees. You're going to kill us." Nothing like a little peace and quiet-contentment on an FAA private pilot checkride.
He takes the plane, climbs us out, and shows me what I should have done.
I'm thinking, "That's it. I've failed. I have to go back, tail tucked, and face the failure music."
Then he gives me the plane and has me climb to 1,500, whereupon we move into another maneuver.
Right into another maneuver? If I'd failed, he'd have to tell me, right? I'm brightening. I'm feeling pretty good here.
taken from: HERE!!!
