On My Way (Don't Know Where I'm Going) 13
Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 12:46 pmWell, bad news...it seems the Lancair has developed a bit of engine trouble. It could still fly, but I'd rather get it fixed now (and its owner agrees) while it's small and before the small problem becomes a big problem. That means it will be grounded the next few days.
:'( >Sigh<...Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well socialize a bit.
Frank, Ruby, Sean (one of the mechanics), and I went out for lunch today. Frank didn't comment that I wasn't drinking along with the rest of them. We got to talking planes, exotic ones, old ones, etc. The Piaggio came up, and I told Frank that I had had the opportunity to fly on along with another pilot back in Michigan. Frank smiled and said "You're our boy!"
I didn't like the sound of that...
It seems that Sean, along with being a mechanic, repairs planes. An Electra L-10A had to be delivered to Cheyenne, and a Piaggio 166S needs to be brought back.
Me and my BIG mouth :-X
Well, paying work is paying work and Frank is a hard man to say no to anyways.
Sooo, I got ready to fly. Man, Taxiing with the Howard 500 is one thing, but with this plane, all you see out the front are the Clouds. "If you can handle my Howard 500, you can handle this." Frank says (I wish I shared his confidence). I took off around 5:00 pm...
The sky was clear and blue as I got further South (and higher up). Here is one broken by the contrail of an airliner above me (I can't remember what).
A few shots of the North Platte River:
When I was on approach to Cheyenne, I forgot that I was in a larger plane. I had to do a go-around to slow down properly.
But I made it down. I had a hard time steering the plane (until I got the tail down of course
)
And here, I was told to hold position for other traffic (What other traffic!?) But I stopped, half on the taxiway, where I was told while a Mooney and an Airliner stopped behind me. After sitting there for long enough to claim squatter's rights on that spot, or turn the area into a used plane lot, I decided to to move as I was getting nervous. I'm sure the Mooney's pilot felt worse as he was sanwiched between 2 larger planes
. After I started rolling, I got the clearance to continue taxi (go figure! )
It turned out the ATC operator was new and nervous...no harm done!
So, I got the plane locked down.
By the way, the first chapter is here.
The second chapter is here.
Chapter 3 is here
Chapter 4 is here.
Chapter 5 is here.
Chapter 5.5 is here.
Chapter 6 is here.
Chapter 7 is here.
Chapter 8 is here.
Chapter 9 is here.
Chapter 9.5 is here.
Chapter 10 is here.
Chapter 11 is here.
Chapter 12 is here.
:'( >Sigh<...Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well socialize a bit.
Frank, Ruby, Sean (one of the mechanics), and I went out for lunch today. Frank didn't comment that I wasn't drinking along with the rest of them. We got to talking planes, exotic ones, old ones, etc. The Piaggio came up, and I told Frank that I had had the opportunity to fly on along with another pilot back in Michigan. Frank smiled and said "You're our boy!"
I didn't like the sound of that...
It seems that Sean, along with being a mechanic, repairs planes. An Electra L-10A had to be delivered to Cheyenne, and a Piaggio 166S needs to be brought back.
Me and my BIG mouth :-X
Well, paying work is paying work and Frank is a hard man to say no to anyways.
Sooo, I got ready to fly. Man, Taxiing with the Howard 500 is one thing, but with this plane, all you see out the front are the Clouds. "If you can handle my Howard 500, you can handle this." Frank says (I wish I shared his confidence). I took off around 5:00 pm...
The sky was clear and blue as I got further South (and higher up). Here is one broken by the contrail of an airliner above me (I can't remember what).
A few shots of the North Platte River:
When I was on approach to Cheyenne, I forgot that I was in a larger plane. I had to do a go-around to slow down properly.
But I made it down. I had a hard time steering the plane (until I got the tail down of course
) And here, I was told to hold position for other traffic (What other traffic!?) But I stopped, half on the taxiway, where I was told while a Mooney and an Airliner stopped behind me. After sitting there for long enough to claim squatter's rights on that spot, or turn the area into a used plane lot, I decided to to move as I was getting nervous. I'm sure the Mooney's pilot felt worse as he was sanwiched between 2 larger planes
. After I started rolling, I got the clearance to continue taxi (go figure! )It turned out the ATC operator was new and nervous...no harm done!
So, I got the plane locked down.
By the way, the first chapter is here.
The second chapter is here.
Chapter 3 is here
Chapter 4 is here.
Chapter 5 is here.
Chapter 5.5 is here.
Chapter 6 is here.
Chapter 7 is here.
Chapter 8 is here.
Chapter 9 is here.
Chapter 9.5 is here.
Chapter 10 is here.
Chapter 11 is here.
Chapter 12 is here.
I thought you were in the Domincan Republic. What are you doing here in Cheyenne?