Flight #3
10-24-94
-FIRST ENROLLED FLIGHT SCHOOL LESSON-
1979 C-172N
TEB
Teterboro, NJ
Local
0.8 dual
"The 4 fundamentals, preflight procedures, intro"
I've finally decided to go for it!! Walking into the FAA building at Teterboro, I notice that all the lights are out. Inside the school's windowless office, I see a few annoyed instructors fumbling about with flashlights, and behind one such beam of light I spy E., who'd been the first instructor to pounce on me when I last walked through this door, shopping for a flight school. We're scheduled for a lesson today.
"Well", he says cheefully, "The main transformer blew- the entire airport has no power, not even tower radar.
"But we can fly anyway; it's VFR, and the tower radios are working. Let's go."
The 150 I'd been so attracted to last time (mostly for budgetary reasons) is grounded with radio trouble today, so my first "real" lesson will be provided with the help of a somewhat crusty Cessna 172.
E. takes care of the radio chores, clearing us for taxi and then takeoff. He tells me he'll also handle takeoff and climbout, then she'll be mine, all mine, rudder and all... until it's time to land!!
Sure enough, in just a few minutes, I'm in full control, technically speaking, of my first Skyhawk, attempting my first proper maneuvers over a surreal map of my childhood stomping grounds, Bergen and Rockland counties. But sightseeing and looking for houses and places from my youth is out of the question right now; the whole experience of handling an airplane in flight again is a bit much as it is.
Our headsets are on the floor in the back, as this airplane's comm jacks are not working; the engine seems loud enough to be a distraction.
The sun is very bright, also- and of course I've forgotten my sunglasses.
E. starts talking a mile a minute, explaining what seems to be far too much... he will later tell me that this is standard procedure; the student is not expected to grasp it all immediately, but sort of soak it in through repetition.
There are three small airports in the immediate vicinity, and on this fine day, all of them have sent up a swarm of other students, novices, and "weekend warriors" who happen to have Monday off.
And we're buzzing around up here with everyone else, here underneath one of the busiest controlled airspaces in the world...
Lifting a wing to clear before turning, I see a twin streak past, close enough to make an impression that will linger.
I'm not sure I'll ever get the hang of spotting other traffic- they all seem so low...
"It's right there", says E. of another plane he's spotted.
"Uuuuhhhh.... no."
"Down there; right there. See it?"
"Oh, yeah... I though it was a truck!"
This is not so easy...I really have to pay attention to what's going on out there, as well as in here.
Despite all that, I do well. I discover that turning from heading to heading, without skidding or losing altitude, is something I can do fairly well. The only thing I botch is levelling off from a climb- but not too badly.
E. offers a good amount of encouragement, but when it's time to land, he insists on taking over.
We enter the Class D without a radar ident, but we're talking to Tower on the radio, and as E. enters the pattern, we see the VASI lights wink on- power has been restored.
E. shoots a very nice approach and lands the Skyhawk deftly. I decide I can probably learn from him how to land an airplane, if I pay attention.
Before leaving, I buy the entire Jeppesen student kit, in preparation for groundschool: plotter, computer, syllabus, textbooks, FAR/AIM, etc. With a logbook and sump cup, the grand total is over $100. That's over an hour of dual time, but no matter. Gotta get this stuff sooner or later...
I'm in now, head-first. I decide to try to go up again next week, and at least once a week thereafter. It'd be cheaper in the long run to wait until I can buy a block of time at a discount, but I'm willing to sacrifice some savings for the sake of making some headway.
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