I was able to fly on both Saturday and Sunday this weekend, but I’ll just tell the story of Saturday, when I was betrayed by my simple lizard brain.
I almost canceled my Saturday flight after Friday’s horrible weather, but instead I dutifully trucked on out to Leesburg for a 2:00 flight, fully expecting to be grounded because of winds. Winds were out of 300 at 12 knots gusting to 18, so there was a 9-10 knot crosswind from the left on takeoff from runway 35. Part of my pre-flight work was calculating the crosswind component using the graph in the POH and checking that against the maximum allowable crosswind for the Cessna 172R I’ve been flying. No big deal really, and I’d done it 100 times in ground school, but getting the answer correct takes on a brand new importance when you know your own butt is on the line.
The plan for the day was simple, fly out to Av-Ed practice area at HOAGE, an introduction to slow flight maneuvers, then practice pattern work and landing configuration changes at altitude, in preparation for my first landing.
After a slightly bumpy takeoff (my first departure in a crosswind) we had a fairly uneventful flight out to the practice area, being sure to stay clear of Dulles Class B airspace. Leesburg Executive is tucked under the Class B; pattern altitude at Leesburg is 1200 MSL and the Class B floor is 1500. Three hundred feet sounds like plenty of room to maneuver, but we were trying to gain altitude while at the same time battling gusts and turbulence coming down off of the ridge that made for a queasy ride. On more than one occasion we topped out at 1450 or 1475 and almost trespassed into the B. I’m sure that if we had just peaked into the B (and by extension the ADIZ) there wouldn’t have been a problem, but I didn’t want to chance a visit from the orange Coast Guard helicopters.
So then, to the practice area. Once we had ascended to 4000 feet, my new instructor John decided to introduce me to slow flight. He lowered 30 degrees of flaps and throttled back to 1800 rpm, then pitched the nose of the aircraft up. I listened intently as the engine idled back from a healthy hum to a rather sickly burble and watched as the airspeed indicator dropped from 85 to 65 to 55. I know intellectually that the plane can fly just fine at this configuration, but my inner ear was doing back flips, my simple lizard brain started to panic just a bit, and I almost grabbed for the airsickness bag. I had just regained my composure when the stall warning horn sounded and I almost jumped out of my seat. That is not a sound I want to hear ever again, and yet I know that I will (next week, actually).
Next up was pattern configuration at altitude. We set up a simulated hard deck at 3000, which gave me 1000 feet to practice all of the configuration changes (throttle, airspeed, flaps, and pitch) that I would need to execute at landing. The first few times I had problems managing the cockpit variables while simultaneously simulating pattern radio calls, and I crashed through the 3000 foot hard-deck. The first time I did it, John laughed, looked at me and said, “Whoops… we just died”.
Soon enough though I had it, and it was time to return to Leesburg. Enter the a bit of ADIZ drama. A few miles outside of the ADIZ, we called Potomac Clearance and requested and received a squawk code for our return into the ADIZ. Just as we were crossing the ridge – a good landmark to entry, we radioed again to confirm that our transponder was on scope. Rather than a polite clearance, we were greeted with “Cessna 09ES, I don’t have you on scope, stay out of the ADIZ!”. John pulled a quick 90 degrees left and we followed the ridgeline north for a few minutes until Potomac told us that we were on scope and we were cleared to enter.
What followed was a rather uneventful return to the traffic pattern at Leesburg with a slight 3 knot wind at our back the entire journey. I’m glad we took the time to practice all of the configuration changes at altitude before we did any work inside the pattern; it was packed with traffic. I actually found setting up the configuration changes on the pattern legs to be easier than our work at altitude because it was easier to judge our rate of descent against the field, but working the mic seemed much more difficult. Simulating radio calls is easy enough at altitude in empty airspace, but I had the devil’s own time trying to sneak in my announcements among all of the other voices on the Leesburg CTAF. It didn’t help that I seem to have developed mic fright, so my mind would go completely blank as soon as I depressed the mic switch.
I spent a few years as a disc jockey my college’s AM station, so I thought that communications would be one thing I was sure to ace, but speaking on the CTAF or to clearance is a lot different than rambling on the radio; I think it is knowing that I need to speak succinctly and that someone is going to answer me.
Finally, I turned base to final and made the runway centerline. I engaged the final notch of flaps and pitched the nose slightly forward to keep us on the glide path. John worked the throttle while I managed airspeed, rudder and pitch. Luckily, runway 35 was shielded from the winds by a stand of trees, because I was not prepared for a crosswind landing, although we had discussed the possibility and side-slip landings during our pre-flight briefing. About 20 feet above the runway, I pitched the nose up slightly more to make the correct landing attitude, and John eased back the throttle as we made a soft landing.
That was the day. My mic work is improving, as is my cockpit management. As soon as I get control of my simple lizard brain, I should be just fine.
