Thursday, April 24, 2008

Buffalo. Again.

The work gods saw fit to dispatch the IFR Pilot back to Buffalo for the umpteenth time in the last few months. So, after rising at 5:30 a.m. yesterday to fly to Columbus for the ORBAA meeting, your faithful narrator was up at 5:00 a.m. and out the door at 5:45 this morning for a 6:30 launch for Buffalo.

MS, faithful co-pilot that he was, decided to accompany. It was, after all, the beautiful CAVU day and who wants to spend such a glorious day cooped up in a downtown office building when you can be in Buffalo? Well, at least the Anchor Bar, home of the original chicken wing is in Buffalo!

Court was convening at 9:00 a.m., and there's no being late when you've been summoned by a federal judge. Thus, the 20 knot headwind that we stumbled upon at our cruise altitude of 4000 feet was most unwelcome. Even after we climbed to 6000 feet, we barely saw the ground speed exceed 100 knots. In fact, I think the highest we saw until we descended was 104 knots. That sure makes for a long, long trip to Buffalo.

The Garmin 496, mounted in a new fully articulable mount that MS scored from Aircraft Spruce, showed an arrival time of 8:28 a.m. That was cutting it close. Our descent at 140 knots shaved a couple of minutes off things, but then we were confounded by ATC. Although winds were calm, the traffic was landing runway 23. So, even though we were set up perfectly for a direct to runway 5, approach sent us around to runway 14.



The IFR Pilot made a nice landing on 14, we made the first turnoff to taxiway Q, and were at Prior Aviation by 8:30. They were kind enough to have driven the rental car onto the ramp. So we jumped in and sped for downtown Buffalo. The traffic demons were at rest, and MS dropped the IFR Pilot off at the federal courthouse with 10 minutes to spare. Perfect!!!

Several grueling hours later, boosted by a "healthy" lunch at Chili's, we were back at Prior Aviation. A little friend was waiting for us on the ramp:


Departing VFR, shortly we caught sight of something we hadn't noticed before: Apparently, there is a windmill farm just south of downtown Buffalo. We've got one of these in downtown Cleveland at the Great Lakes Science Center, but it was neat to see several of them in a row:


Turning southwest, we enjoyed a nice 140 knot ground speed all the way to the Home Base. MS did one of the few things at which he is especially talented:



Oh well, at least he wasn't bitching at me about leaning the mixture or listening to "crappy music." Truly, he's delightful company in the cockpit of Mike Hotel.

Tomorrow calls for a 7:00 a.m. blast off, with Nashville as the destination. The justification? Attending the 2008 Aviation Insurance Association meeting/conference. There's some weather headed this way, so we'll see if perhaps an early start will help us avoid cumulonimbus buildups that are sure to afflict the route by the afternoon.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Quick Summary

Spring has arrived here in Northeast Ohio. Not soon enough, truth be told. This was a long, crazy winter, typified by the previous week. On Sunday, the IFR Pilot found himself wearing four shirts, gloves, and shorts, refereeing soccer games in temperatures that were barely in the mid-30s. But, by Friday, it was 70 degrees and leaves were returning to the trees.

Anyway, as the weather patterns have trended toward the flyable, the IFR Pilot and Mike Hotel have returned to the friendly skies. So far, we've:


1. Flown to TZR for ribs at JP's.

2. Renewed instrument currency with MS as the Safety Pilot. Returned the favor by safety piloting for MS, too.

3. Renewed night currency.

4. Flown to Dayton for dinner with ML's niece.

In lieu of taking the time to write something substantive, here's some pictures to prove that I'm not just making this up!

"A light lunch at JP's."


"IFR Pilot-In-Command."


"Short Final at TZR." (new desktop wallpaper)

"A little more to the left, please..."

"Wright-Patterson Overflight."
"Me Taking Picture Of You Taking Picture Of Me"


Friday, we're off to Nashville for the Aviation Insurance Association 2008 annual meeting. Then, next week, Atlantic City for the AOPA Legal Services Plan seminar. Good times, indeed. Momma Nature, please send good weather!!!

Friday, April 04, 2008

Flew the Cirrus SR-22!!!

Despite the current crushing workload, the IFR Pilot stole away from the office for a couple of hours yesterday to visit with the Cirrus representative who was attending an open house at BKL. What I thought might be an up close and personal inspection, with perhaps a right seat trip around the pattern, turned into a full-out test flight in the left seat.

We flew N576SR, a 2006 SR-22GTS. This was the IFR Pilot's first experience with a Cirrus and with any kind of glass cockpit. There was a tremendous amount of button pushing and knob twisting to get us going (and in the air), and, truth be told, it was a bit hard to keep track of all the details. Nevertheless, after a brief orientation, we taxiied into position and held short of BKL's Runway 6R.

The Indians were playing during the day yesterday, so that meant the Stadium TFR was in effect for Jacobs Progressive Field, so touch and goes became out of the question, as were any kind of operations inside BKL's Class Delta airspace. We had to get the heck out of dodge, so we went southeast for some maneuvers, including slow flight and steep turns.

Not surprisingly, the sight picture out the front of the Cirrus is vastly different from both 78S and 2MH. I felt that we were consistently in a nose-down pitch attitude, and apparently I kept pulling back on the sidestick (which was pretty easy to operate); meanwhile, the demo pilot said we were climbing at 1500 FPM!

The maneuvers went well, and the traffic-enabled Garmin 430 was helpful in alerting us to other maneuvering traffic nearby. Much easier to spot than just based on the callout from ATC.

We then punched the GPS 27 for 1G5 into the 430 and watched as the autopilot maneuvered us onto the final approach segment. I disconnected the autopilot inside the FAF and hand flew 6SR from there. The demo pilot said I did a pretty nice job on the landing, but I think it was just OK. After taxiing to the turnaround, we did a "hot swap" of pilot and backseat passenger and the other gentlemen flew us back to BKL.

I left the DSLR at home, but remembered to grab the point-and-shoot that was given to me for my recent 40th birthday (thanks M!). So, I took some stills, and even filmed the takeoff and landing using the video function.




Takeoff Video



Landing Video



It would be great to own a Cirrus; clearly, it is a serious cross-country machine. But the finances of it are absolutely daunting (I reserve the right to amend this after I win the MegaMillions tonight!). Even assuming you could manage the 10% down payment and monthly installment payments, the insurance could be something like 400% of what we now pay. Plus, I think operating it out of the Home Base's 2350' foot runway would be a dubious proposition. That means finding a new place to house the airplane. So, I won't be buying one.

Waiting on the tarmac was a nice surprise, a DA-42. Didn't get a chance to see it in flight, but even on the ground, it has a striking ramp presence.



Finally, if the weather gods cooperate, 2MH is bound for Rick's this evening. Spring's here, it's time to get out a see some sights!!!

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

No Flight Time, But Back To The Schoolhouse

Despite multiple potential opportunities to use Mike Hotel to facilitate the IFR Pilot's travels last week, the plane never left the hangar. Instead, it sat all week while miles piled up, both on the PT Cruiser and in the Continental Airlines frequent flyer account. Perhaps the most disappointing was the inability to self-aviate to Montreal (Friday's revised destination, much better than yet another trip to Buffalo), for which the commercial ticket cost in excess of $1500.

Oh well, it was the safe bet all the way around. We did get the new actuator for the gear; with installation, MS and I are out only a total of 2.5 AMU's. (That's Aviation Monetary Units, otherwise known as $100 bills.)

Meanwhile, the IFR Pilot returns to the schoolhouse, compliments of the web. I'll be pursuing a certificate in management studies through Embry-Riddle's worldwide campus. Because, you know, I'm not busy enough!

Friday, March 21, 2008

Changes and Travels

Today, the IFR Pilot became subject to FAR 61.23(c)(3)(ii)(B). In other words, my third class medical is now only good for 24 months instead of 36. As to this, I am not entirely happy. I should have renewed it yesterday. Then, it would have been good for another 36 months. *long sigh*

At least the IFR Pilot can look forward to the following flight schedule next week, assuming Momma Nature cooperates:
  • Monday - Home Base to Buffalo, NY and back
  • Tuesday - Home base to Columbus, OH
  • Wednesday - Columbus, OH to Augusta, GA
  • Thursday - August, GA to Home Base and then to Buffalo, NY
  • Friday - Buffalo, NY to Home Base
And then, to top it all off, on the following Monday: Back to Buffalo.

I'm sure my partners will be happy when I pass out from exhaustion. Of course, the best part of this agenda is that it's all work related, which means the fuel bill gets paid by someone else!!!

5:00 p.m. Update: MS took Mike Hotel for a quick trip around the pattern this afternoon. The gear wouldn't raise. The Mechanic has diagnosed it as a broken actuator. The part's on order, but won't be here until Monday. So, the IFR Pilot will be flying his PT Cruiser to Buffalo instead of Mike Hotel. At least MS and the IFR Pilot were able to fly to Buffalo the other day. One of these days, MS will forward the high-def video that he shot and it'll be posted here...

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Mmmmmmm, Pictures!

At the Home Base recently, a young lady was about to make her first solo flight. The IFR Pilot was in the right place at the right time and was able to snap some photos of this momentous occasion.





Good job! Keep up the flying!!

Saturday, March 15, 2008

The Difference A Few Miles Makes

Well, it was certainly an interesting drive into work this morning. Behold, the METAR from Cleveland Hopkins:

KCLE 151351Z 21003KT 1/4SM FG VV001 00/00 A2985 RMK AO2 SLP115 8/6// T00000000

Meanwhile, safely ensconced in my office overlooking Burke Lakefront Airport, it's a completely different story. Witnesseth:

KBKL 151353Z 24004KT 5SM BR FEW060 02/01 A2983 RMK AO2 SLP105 T00170011

There's actually been some flying of Mike Hotel lately, but work and other responsibilities have made it darn near impossible to carve out time to write things up and post them here. Suffice it to say the WAAS-enabled Garmin 430 (aka Garmin 430W) is the best thing since sliced bread. MS and the IFR Pilot have both renewed instrument currencies with the benefit of the wonderful magenta line it produces. The refresh rate is astonishing, and the added situational awareness that comes from compliance with TSO C146a (the FAA standard for WAAS receivers) is amazing.

There's some possibility of some quick turn flights to Buffalo in the next couple of weeks thanks to work, so that will present the first opportunity to try the 430W in something other than training conditions. Failing that, the annual Stag Flight is in early April. Destination is the Udvar-Hazy Wing, in which case the 430W will assuredly help us avoid P-40!

Monday, February 18, 2008

For Sale...

No, no, no, we are not selling 2MH. Breath easy, the flying adventures will continue. In fact, in the works is a story about Saturday's flight to have the Garmin 430 WAAS installation completed.

Meantime, the 430 WAAS installation requires a 16MB data card. You get one with your unit, so we're covered there. For ease of updates, however, we use a second data card, and swap them out during following each update cycle.

The non-WAAS 430 uses a 4MB card. You can see the issue, right?

So, today, the IFR Pilot got on the phone and ordered the 430 WAAS data subscription and an additional 16MB card. That leaves us with a spare 4MB card. It's now available for your purchase.

The 4MB card retails new for $129. Ours is about 18 months old, meaning its been used maybe 10 times or so. It's got a relatively current database in it, which I think expired in January 2008. Rather than list it on eBay and get paid via PayPal, in the process paying way too much in service fees, I thought I'd see if any of the faithful readers of My Flying Blog would be interested. First $80 gets it, shipping included. That's a bargain compared to Jeppesen!!!

E-mail me at ifrblogger at gmail dot com if you are interested. There's a direct link in the upper right-hand corner of the site, as well.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

New Hangar Art

From a top secret web site disposing of surplus government property, the IFR Pilot and MS just acquired some new "art" for the hangar. Behold:



Best part - total cost was $45. Can't beat that with a stick. Next task will be to install some lights and put it on a base. Then, it's time for a party at the hangar. Well, at least it will be when temperatures get above the freezing point!

Saturday, February 02, 2008

WAAS Upgrade, Part I

As previously reported, Mike Hotel is undergoing an upgrade on its Garmin 430 to make it WAAS-enabled.

Today, I needed to deliver the 430 to the shop that's performing the work, so they can box it up and ship it out to Garmin for delivery by February 7. Should have been an easy flight from the Home Base to PHD, .3 on the tach. Done it a million times. OK, maybe not a million, but according to my electronic logbook at least 14 times, including a visit on my student pilot long-cross country.

The outlook briefing I received last night predicted MVFR conditions due primarily to low ceilings. Good visibility, and so long as there was a couple thousand feet below the clouds, the flight was certainly doable given the relatively flat terrain that needed to be traversed.

Fast forward 12 hours and peek out the window. Uh oh, that doesn't look so good. Fire up the computer and get a full briefing. Ceilings are around 1400 overcast, and there's an AIRMET for icing from surface to 5000 feet. After hemming and hawing for a bit, and debating whether to sit tight and see if the flight could be done later in the afternoon, I made the decision to drive, in no small part because I knew the boss was expecting to see my face in the office for at least a little while today.

This turned out to be very, very wise, because as I screamed east on Interstate 76, I espied the 1074-foot tall transmission towers here:



What I couldn't see, however, was the top of the tallest one. That, of course, means that the ceilings were more like 900 to 950 foot, and that's far too dicey to be out scud running. There's already been one aviation tragedy this weekend, I won't be contributing to it!

So, what should have been a couple hour adventure turned into 5+ hours of driving. First, drive to the Home Base, track down the mechanic, and have him pull the radio. Then, get on the road and head south. Get off one exit too soon, drive too far west, get hopeful when I see an airport sign, then come to find out it's not the right airport. (2D7 looks pretty interesting though, with a nice grass runway having VASIs at both ends, a couple sets of T-hangars that seemed full, and a beat-up DC-3 parked nearby.)

Retrieve laptop and cell modem from back seat, fire 'em up, and get more directions. Get back on highway, go south one more exit, drive a few more miles, and -- voila -- there's PHD. Drop off the 430 and eat a dozen chicken wings at Perfect Landing. Get back in car, drive home.

For the record, I enjoy visiting New Philadelphia more by air the flight much more than the drive, even with satellite radio in the PT Cruiser...

Thursday, January 31, 2008

The Hazards Of Commercial Air Travel

Twice this week, the IFR Pilot ventured to the Home Base in an effort to conduct night takeoffs and landings to become night current again. Mother Nature foiled the plans both times.

Monday evening, all went well until it was just about time to pull Mike Hotel out and fire up the engine. Next thing you know, it's freezing rain outside. Mind you, a full weather briefing had been obtained and there was no rain forecast until well into Tuesday morning. Oh well, at least it started raining before we were in the air.

Wednesday evening, the IFR Pilot was confounded by what appears to have been a frozen door lock. For the life of me, I couldn't get the key into the lock. I could unlock the upper deadbolt, but not the lower door knob. Tried to warm it but didn't have the right equipment in the flight bag, nor did any of the airport bums, so I swore and went home with my tail between my legs. There is now a bottle of lock deicer in my flight bag.

Saturday, Mike Hotel heads in to the shop for a WAAS upgrade. Hopefully, everything will be back in time for a scheduled trip to the Southern Methodist University Air and Space Law Symposium, which begins February 21. If you're in the metro Dallas area and want to grab an adult beverage around that time frame, shoot me an e-mail and we'll see if we make it happen.

Finally, be careful about what writing implements you bring aboard, they could cause lots of consternation. From a NASA ASRS form:
Level at 33,000 feet...a strong odor similar to paint thinner was detected by both pilots. Cockpit crew initiated a fume checklist. After securing mask and goggles, cockpit crew established communications with flight attendants. The number one flight attendant reported that he also smelled a strong odor and a flight attendant in the aft of the aircraft also reported an odor. Since we were not able to determine the source of the strong odor, and considering that all of the flight crew reported noticing the smell, the flight crew determined that an emergency should be declared, followed by a divert to ZZZ. After declaring the emergency, ATC cleared the flight to turn 180 degrees for vectors toward ZZZ. As the aircraft was in the turn, the number one flight attendant called the cockpit and informed the crew that the source of the fume-like odor was identified. Apparently, two children sitting in First Class had just begun to color with ink markers. The flight attendant reported, without a doubt, that the smell was coming from the ink being applied to the paper. This was verified by the other flight attendants working the flight, as well as by a pilot in uniform commuting to work. The number one flight attendant reported that the marker is printed with a warning to avoid use of the marker at high altitudes, or in confined spaces....

ATC was then informed that we discovered the source of the unusual odor, and that the situation was now safe and under control. We rescinded the emergency declaration and requested vectors to continue the flight on to our destination. We landed on time, without incident.
(From Callback Issue 337.)

Friday, January 18, 2008

An Uncomfortable Day

Long-time readers know that the IFR Pilot's office has a breathtaking view of BKL. For those that don't know, and those that need a reminder, here's the view, captured via camera phone (the new BlackBerry Pearl, in blue, thankyouverymuch):


Yesterday, however, the view wasn't so great. Or pleasant. It was still breathtaking, but in a fundamentally different way.

See, while most other folks were reading about the British Airways 777 that landed short at Heathrow, folks on the North Shore had their own parochial aviation disaster. Wednesday evening, at 7:24 p.m., a Beech Baron took off from BKL, and promptly went down into Lake Erie. With water temperatures hovering just above freezing, the pilot, assuming he could have survived the impact, would have had a heck of a time not perishing from hypothermia.

So, yesterday was spent watching out the window as the United States Coast Guard attempted to locate the wreckage and the pilot. By the end of the day, news reports confirmed that the pilot had perished in the accident, and that his body, still strapped into the fuselage, had been located.

As you can imagine, it was rather eerie, watching the Coast Guard vessels and helicopters combing the waters of Lake Erie immediately north of the IFR Pilot's office. They were there when work started at 8:00 a.m., and they didn't finish until well after 4:00 p.m.

The throngs of media that had been gathered most of yesterday at the foot of East 9th Street are all gone now. It was overcast and crummy most of the day yesterday; today, it's bright and sunny. But there's still a pall outside my window, even though flight operations continue at BKL unabated.

Remember when you go home tonight to kiss the one you love.

Monday, December 31, 2007

2007 Year In Review

It’s time for the annual retrospective on what was accomplished, flying-wise, during year 2007. Let’s start with the goals set in the beginning of the year, and recap whether they were met.

1.
Obtain commercial pilot, single-engine rating, including the written test by February 28 and the certificate by June 30. Passed the written on January 13 with an 89%. An impressive start. Took a number of flight lessons in April once the weather broke and supported regular flying. Things fell apart after that, due to work and other life commitments. So, we’ll generously call this one a “D.”

2. Obtain flight instructor license, including the written test by September 1 and the certificate by December 31. Nothing accomplished here, with the notable exception, squeezed in at the proverbial eleventh hour, of passing the Fundamentals of Instructing written test. Call this a “D----.”

3. Fly ten Angel Flights. Volunteered for a bunch, several were cancelled by Angel Flight, a few by the IFR Pilot due to changes in work commitments, and one (on December 26, which was a GREAT weather day) due to sickness within the preceding 48 hours. Since the “no illness in 48 hours” is a personal minimum for me, I really had no choice. All of this is a long way of saying that the IFR Pilot did fly one actual Angel Flight during 2007. So, this one is also a “D-,” especially after a really nice article was written earlier this year about the IFR Pilot’s involvement with this very worth charity.

4. Log 20 hours of actual instrument time and 10 approaches in actual. Given that I only flew a total of 57.7 hours during 2007, there’s no surprise here that this goal wasn’t met. Logshare.com reports that I flew a total of 5.9 hours in actual instrument conditions and another 2.9 under the hood, with a total of 14 approaches. So, that’s a total of 8.8 hours, or 15% of my total time for the year. In the past, I’ve averaged around 110 to 120 hours for a year. Had I flown the average and met the 20 hour goal, that would have translated to a total of about 17% of my time on the gauges. Call this a “B” performance for the year.

5. Return to publishing "Accident of the Week" each week, or at least on a more regular basis. I did this for a while, but frankly, the content of some response e-mails that I received convinced me that this isn’t a worthwhile endeavor at this point. Call this a “withdrawn goal.”

6. Publish one freelance aviation article. This one was accomplished, but only after pounding the pavement to find a willing publisher (Piper Flyer magazine, September 2007 issue). The freelance aviation writing gig appears to be a harder nut to crack than I first thought. However, I was asked to submit some more to the magazine, and I’ve finally had time to sketch out some ideas, so perhaps we can keep the momentum moving on this one.

Overall, it’s tough to grade the year. I guess I’d call it a “C,” in other words, average. Some goals weren’t met, but I did at least make an honest effort towards them. Also, I did conceive and help organize the first Blogging Pilot World get-together in Toronto. Here’s hoping we can do that again this summer.

So, what’s the plan to 2008? Simple: Meet the goals of 2007, and add in obtaining the Ground Instructor ratings this winter while the weather precludes regular flying. Some of these goals could be even more challenging in the coming year, as there’s a bit of uncertainty concerning Mike Hotel’s future. But, those issues aren’t ripe for full analysis or disclosure here yet. Stay tuned on that front!!!

Here’s one last piece of analysis, something I’ve shied away from doing in the past. We all know and understand that aviation is an expensive addiction, and airplane ownership is the apex of that addiction. That being the case, I have never tried to sum up how much I’ve spent in a year to operate either N3978S or N72MH. But, let’s explore the actual costs of operation for a minute.

For the 57.7 hours that I flew in 2007, I wrote checks to our little partnership for a total of $9932.83. After subtracting $558.00 for expenses that I would classify as not directly related to owning the plane or are one-time expenses, I spent $9374.83 to own Mike Hotel during 2007. That translates into $162.48 per hour to own, insure, operate, and maintain a very, very nicely equipped Piper Arrow. I don’t think that I could find a plane of the same caliber anywhere in the local area. Keep in mind, our equipment includes Garmin GNS 430, MX-20 MFD, Garmin 396 with XM weather, standby electric attitude indicator, autopilot, and vertical card compass. These are all items that increase the safety and reliability factor. Then, add in having the plane available anytime I want it, with no daily minimums, etc., it starts to approach a “no-brainer.”

Assume for a moment that I had actually flown 100 hours in 2007, the level that is often bandied about as the “break-even” point for aircraft ownership. My costs would have increased by $1607.40 (assumes fuel only, no additional maintenance, which I recognize might not be entirely accurate), for a yearly total of $11,540.23. Or, about $115 an hour.

Now that makes it a real bargain. A 182RG at our airport rents for about $136 an hour, but its Garmin 430 isn’t kept up to date. I’d have to purchase a renters insurance policy ($300 to $600 for the year). And, if I wanted to keep my Garmin 396, I’d still be paying $50 or so a month for the data. Also, our monthly payment to the airplane partnership includes subscriptions for charts, approach plates, and the Flight Guide. So, I’d still have those expenses if I was renting. All of that piles on to the hourly rental rate. Then, throw on the intangibles, such as not having the plane available when I want it, not controlling the maintenance decisions, and the like.

Ultimately, there’s no denying that it’s expensive to own and operate an airplane, especially when you don’t engage in deferral of maintenance squawks and aren’t afraid to make the decision to spend more to upgrade the airplane. So, I’ll take what I’ve got and be happy.

Happy New Year to all of you.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Update from Lake Erie's Shores

It's been pretty quiet, aviation-wise, here on the shores of Lake Erie. Although there have been a number of spectacular days for flying, they have yet to coincide with days that the IFR Pilot has off from work. Translated, that means no flying. Our fingers are crossed that Sunday will permit a local flight, but who knows.

In the meantime, our Faithful Narrator can reveal that -- in an effort to accomplish something aviation-wise this month, he crammed for and passed the Fundamentals of Instruction test this afternoon. To tell the truth, it's the easiest of the five FAA written tests taken so far, and it was over in about 15 minutes. A perfect 100% was not achieved; instead, a healthy, respectable 92% was achieved. Not bad.

As crummy weather shall be upon us for the better part of the next couple months, the immediate goal will be to achieve AGI and perhaps IGI ratings.

Happy 2008 to you all, I'll have the annual recap post done soon.

Monday, December 03, 2007

Mmmmm, Breakfast

Saturday, the IFR Pilot dragged his lazy butt out of bed early enough to justify taking Mike Hotel out to play. The weather gurus were predicting lovely weather here in Northeast Ohio until about 6:00 p.m., after which Old Man Winter was going to make his first appearance of the season, in the form of freezing rain, sleet, ice, and maybe even some snow. That was plenty enough reason to take the plane out while the taking was good.

Fortunately, after last weekend's touch and go session, I had installed the AeroTherm heater, so the engine was ready to go upon arrival. Not so much so for the Garmin 430 display, which doesn't like to cold weather too much. It takes a loooooooooooong time to warm up, so if you're the betting kind, don't be surprised that when the 430 goes in for its WAAS upgrade in February, Garmin tells us we need a new display as well. (MS, you've been warned!)

After filling the tanks, it was time to blast off. Man, the airplane leaps off the runway in winter! Briefly holding 70 KIAS in the climb, the VSI was showing probably 1000 FPM. Quickly dropping the nose to effect 80 KIAS, the VSI still showed a nice, healthy rate of climb, which is always nice when you're using Runway 3 at the Home Base -- lots of tall trees immediately beyond the end of the runway.

Destination was KMFD, which the "Flying Turtle" has changed hands and morphed into "Flyboys Cafe." Vectored for a visual to 32, ATC then switched the active to runway 5. Already established on a left base for 32, Tower offered the option of 5 or 32. The IFR Pilot elected to remain inbound for 32. Might as well get a cross-wind landing in the book.

All went well, and before you know it, Mike Hotel was properly secured and the IFR Pilot was eating the biggest ham steak in the history of mankind. Of course, I'm sure that it sent my sodium content through the roof, but hey, what's the point of eating a "healthy" $100 breakfast???

After laying waste to the eggs, homefries, and toast that accompanied the ham steak, it was time to head home. Remember, stay awake even though your tummy is quite full.....

Holding #2 for takeoff on runway 5 behind a Twin Comanche, the IFR Pilot's ire got the best of him. With a Decathlon just exiting the runway and a Cirrus on a 2 mile final, the TwinCo pilot requested a takeoff clearance. "We can expedite if it will help."

Tower did the proper thing and denied the clearance due to traffic on final. The TwinCo pilot's response was unbelievable:

"Well, if we're going to have to hold much longer here, I'll have to shut down an engine."

Amazing. You want to shoehorn a takeoff in front of a aircraft on final, probably doing 85 to 90 knots, just so that you can save about 3 minutes of fuel in your one engine? Brother, if that's the case, go back to flying a Single Engine Comanche!!! You just aren't that important to jeopardize safety so you can save $5 or so in avgas!!!

OK, rant over. After the TwinCo departed, the IFR Pilot got cleared for takeoff with an immediate right turn towards the Home Base. Rocketing up to 3500 feet, Yours Truly settled in for a leisurely flight back home. The landing was pretty much a non-event, except for the bottom dropping out on final and a bit of extra throttle having to be applied to salvage the landing.

And that was that. By 7:00 p.m., it was snowing. Today, it's Lake Effect Snow Warnings, with some areas expected to get 15" or so. Who knows when there will be another beautiful CAVU winter day.

(Forgot the camera. Again. Doggone it.)

Friday, November 30, 2007

Still Alive!

Well, some most of you probably think the IFR Pilot has gone out in a blaze of glory.

Sorry to disappoint those of you hoping this might be true. Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.

It's just been awfully quiet on the aviation front, with concomitantly higher activity on the lawyer front. Gotta pay those bills, you know.

Anyhoooooo, a couple of developments to report.

1. MS and the IFR Pilot escaped the 2007 Annual of Mike Hotel relatively unscathed. Other than routine stuff (brake pads, filters, oil change), the only item of note was new spark plugs. We did have a vertical card compass installed, so that just about completes our list of planned upgrades. (We are having a WAAS upgrade in February.) Total was $925, so that's not too shabby.

2. Our old compadre, JS, has returned to the fold and has been taking Mike Hotel to see some new sights, inc

3. Did a few takeoffs and landings last week, just to knock a bit of the winter rust off. The first was absolutely outstanding, you gotta love being in the flare with the stall warning horn going off. Although I had the camera with me, I didn't snap any photos. Why, again, did I spent too much money on a new camera last year if I'm not going to be using it???

4. I'm just about ready to take the FOI exam. The goal of becoming a CFI by the end of 2007 is clearly not going to happen. Perhaps now the question is whether I can get my AGI rating in the next 30 days. We shall see, we shall see.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

"You Flyin' A Jet???"

The trials and tribulations that are the practice of law coalesced and sent the IFR Pilot back to Buffalo. Twice in six weeks. Ugh, why can't we have some clients with legal predicaments in more exotic places?

Anyway, it was an absolutely beautiful afternoon to fly. The flight plan was filed was ACO DKK LODIY KBUF, and the clearance came back "as filed." Nice, gotta love that. Climbed immediately to 5000, and caught a tailwind. Ground speeds averaged 145+ for the better part of the trip. Wheels up to wheels down was 1:20, much faster than one could do the trip by car.

Cleared for the visual to 23 behind a landing DC-9, the ALSF2 was lit up in all its glory. The ILS was dialed in just for practice, and the IFR Pilot managed to hold the glide slope all the way to touchdown. Wahoo!

Best part was as soon as I had parked at the FBO and turned on the cell phone, it started ringing. MS must have been watching the trip on Flight Aware. Opening salvo:

"What were you flying? A jet?"

Obviously not. But Flight Aware reported an initial ground speed in excess of 160 -- even though I'm certain it never got that high.

All good things must come to an end, however. I'm sure that todays tailwind will be tomorrow's massive headwind, and it'll take three hours to return to the Home Base. Oh well, as long as I make it back for Trick Or Treating, it'll be all good.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Mother Nature: Vanquished!

Wednesday saw the IFR Pilot skipping work and performing his first Angel Flight of the year. Despite a New Year's vow to do 10 of them this year, the demands of work and other distractions have limited the time available for this incredibly worthy cause. (We'll see how many more we can get done between now and the end of the year.)

Anyway, the synoptic picture wasn't pleasant. We were on the backside of a low pressure system that had moved into the Atlantic. Happily, there was no convective activity to be found. There were, however, very widespread areas of low-hanging clouds, along with lots of precipitation. The freezing level was at or above 10,000' MSL, so at least ice wouldn't be on the top of our list of worries for the flight from BKL to N94 (Carlisle, PA).

(Side note: Anytime I see this patient needing a flight, I try to volunteer. Carlisle Airport features somewhat prominently in the early part of Rinker Buck's cross-country flight at age 15 in a Piper Cub, recounted in his memoir Flight of Passage, one of my favorite reads. Go and get yourself a copy and enjoy it as much as I do. Or, get it on tape or CD, and listen to Rinker himself entertain you with a wonderful blend of aviation and teenage angst/familial conflict.)

The reposition flight from the Home Base to BKL was the usual milk run. Cleveland Approach always sends you 30 degrees further east than you want to, and then it's a turn back to the west once they cut you loose. Keep it high over the dense urban terrain, cross over the shoreline near the power plant, chop the power, and put it down on 24 Right. These days, listen carefully for your taxi instructions as there is a big repaving project underway, leaving men and equipment all over the place.

After loading the passenger and his wife, we had the usual chore of hot starting the Lycoming. Some days, it just doesn't want to jump to life after it's been run.

Then, it was verbal sparring with Ground Control who claimed that I had no flight plan on file. I knew I did, I spoke with the briefer personally (instead of filing via DUAT). Things got sorted our quickly when I gave the ground controller the exact location of my briefer and the specific N number that I used to file. (Angel Flights use "NGF" followed by the last three letters/numbers of your normal call sign.) He obviously found it and we got cleared direct.

But then he directed us to takeoff on runway 6L. Hey, that means taking off with an 8 knot tailwind. We're pretty heavily loaded, with three not-so-FAA-standard passengers and a bit over the tabs on fuel. This could be interesting... At least the runway is 6000' long.

Keeping a bit of forward pressure on the yoke to ensure the nose remained down, we accelerated quickly. I let an extra 5 or so knots of airspeed build before I rotated and we screamed off the ground and were airborne.

Of course, we were immediately instructed to turn to a heading of 350, sending us right over the waters of Lake Erie and well away from our on course heading of 120. We climbed into the clouds, obligingly maintaining a heading of 350. But, having learned my lessons on this once before, I simply started nagging Cleveland Approach to allow me to turn on course and get feet dry. The second time was the charm, and we got our right turn on course.

Within about 15 minutes, we were out of the clouds and enjoying the scenery. We climbed to altitude and enjoyed the tailwinds. I turned control of the XM radio over to the passenger, hit the "Pilot" button on the audio panel, and reveled in playing hookey and doing a good deed simultaneously!!!

Crossing into Pennsylvania, the NEXRAD starting painting some showers ahead. There was much green, a bit of yellow, and the occasional red. The supplemental weather spotting equipment - a/k/a my eyes - showed very little and it looked like we were going to miss it all. After a bit, ATC started reporting that we were headed toward an area of heavy precipitation. But there was no sign of it out the front window. We did finally get a bit wet, performed a small deviation "just in case," but never really hit anything coming anywhere close to "heavy." Just a nice ride between layers.

Soon enough, however, we were in the thick of it and I was on the gauges. Turned over to Harrisburg Approach, we were told to expect the VOR-A into N94. No problem, it's an offset approach, haven't practiced one of these in a while, but we've got lots of redundant equipment to back us up and keep us from getting into too much trouble.

I queried Approach whether we would be vectored or should expect to perform the full procedure, which uses a hold in lieu of a procedure turn. The obliging controller advised that he would vector us, and I thanked him for that.

The vector ultimately diverged from my expectations, however. Perhaps I should have spoken up, and perhaps there's a lesson to be learned here. Anyway, I expected that he would vector me to a position outside the IAF/FAF, in this case the HAR VOR. Instead, however, he vectored me to a position about one mile inside the fix. I thought this strange, because I couldn't then time the approach to have a backup basis for determining whether we had reached the MAP.

I started our descent, killed the XM, and instructed my passenger to get his eyes up and look for the airport. I fired up the light to help us, but we were still in IMC. There were moments of clear below, but I was momentarily confused about how to read the DME off of the GPS, when I realized that we had passed the MAP. Hey, no farting around here, we're going missed and the paxs are taking a cab to their car.

I firewalled the throttle, initiated the climb, and reported missed with a request for the ILS 13 at MDT, my alternate. We were immediately vectored for it, and it resulted in the 360 degree turn you saw on my "Teaser" post.

Soon enough, we were inside the FAF, needles alive and centered, everything's looking peachy. Whereupon, my approach clearance was canceled, turn left 070, there's an Air Canada inbound behind and overtaking you on the approach, we'll send you around. Ugh!

Once again, we complied. But then, Momma Nature did her best to really mess with everyone: Winds at the surface shifted 180 degrees and the airport switched to landing on runway 31. OK, cancel the ILS 13, grab the ILS 31 plate, quickly review it, and get vectored to the other side of the airport. Air Canada gets cleared first, then we're turned onto the final approach course, needles alive, let's ride 'em down to the patch.

And that's just what we did. We broke out about 900 feet above the runway, transitioned to the visual, and got Mike Hotel safely on the ground.

What should have been an 1:45 to 2:00 flight turned into 2:30, with three different approaches, and lots of time in the clag.

Of course, then I had to fly through it all again to get home...

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Teaser

Did an Angel Flight yesterday. Thanks to Mother Nature, this was not to be the usual milk run. Expect a full report when I have time to write this evening. But in the meantime, here's a bit of a teaser for you. Too bad it doesn't show all of the machinations we had to endure to get on the ground safely...

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

So, I Forgot the Camera

Last week's flying adventures to Columbus and Buffalo, NY were delightful. It was total CAVU weather on all of the flying legs. And there would have been great pictures for your viewing pleasure. Except, the IFR Pilot left the camera at home. Doh!

On the bright side, however, the RITTR article was published in the September 2007 issue of Piper Flyer magazine. Right on page 58. Contact me via private e-mail if you'd like to review the article yourself.

Sunday looks like a dinner flight to TZR for some ribs. This time, I'll try to remember to bring the camera!!!