Flight Journal: flight 27- part 2

The sun has set behind the hills as we put the plane away for the night. J. shaves a few dollars off the lesson cost because I was denied the landing... nice guy.
He also apologizes for taking over, explaining that he once had a student who made an approach under similar conditions, and did well with the aileron input until the flare, at which point he relaxed just enough for the plane to drift off towards the grass in ground effect. J. called for power for a go-around and the student goosed the throttle, flooding the carb just long enough for the engine to falter, as they now drifted sideways over the grass, closer to the trees than the runway, which was dwindling.
J. tried to bank slightly back towards the runway, and one wingtip struck the ground as the plane settled... a vicious ground loop ensued, complete with the nose digging into the turf, trashing the prop and nosegear. To sum up, J. stated:
"When it was over, we were facing the wrong way, and lower... because the nosegear was gone."
I was awestruck. "Anybody hurt?" I asked.
"No... God was definitely lookin' out for us that time. But it sorta changed my life..."
So, he's a little nervous about letting me tackle landings here with a 10-knot crosswind component... and I understand why, now. But I will have to try it sooner or later, and I may do better than that hapless student, as I now have the benefit of Learning From the Mistakes of Others, which is one of the hallowed cornerstones of aviation.
He also apologizes for taking over, explaining that he once had a student who made an approach under similar conditions, and did well with the aileron input until the flare, at which point he relaxed just enough for the plane to drift off towards the grass in ground effect. J. called for power for a go-around and the student goosed the throttle, flooding the carb just long enough for the engine to falter, as they now drifted sideways over the grass, closer to the trees than the runway, which was dwindling.
J. tried to bank slightly back towards the runway, and one wingtip struck the ground as the plane settled... a vicious ground loop ensued, complete with the nose digging into the turf, trashing the prop and nosegear. To sum up, J. stated:
"When it was over, we were facing the wrong way, and lower... because the nosegear was gone."
I was awestruck. "Anybody hurt?" I asked.
"No... God was definitely lookin' out for us that time. But it sorta changed my life..."
So, he's a little nervous about letting me tackle landings here with a 10-knot crosswind component... and I understand why, now. But I will have to try it sooner or later, and I may do better than that hapless student, as I now have the benefit of Learning From the Mistakes of Others, which is one of the hallowed cornerstones of aviation.