First Solo
February 17th, 2010Whoops! I wrote this post on January 25th, 2010 and forgot to post it! Bad Sean!
It’s been some time since I’ve written about flying. The lack of writing is not due to a lack of flying time, but rather to a lack of the fortitude to keep journaling my progress!
I have made my first solo flight!
The first solo is the first major milestone and the first real test of an aspiring aviator. It represents an accomplishment in ground study, in flight study and practice, and a demonstrated proficiency at the basics of flight. It’s not an endorsement that means I’m a qualified pilot, but it does mean that my instructor Craig has faith that within the scope of limited maneuvers, both I and the airplane will come back in one piece.
As I’m back on solid ground writing this, I can rightly certify that I’m still here!
Since the last post, Craig and I’ve practiced a ton of landings, ground reference maneuvers, stalls, steep turns (40 degrees of bank), slips, and the beginnings of crosswind takeoffs and landings. I’ve also beaten (or at least beaten back) my natural predisposition for motion sickness. One of the reasons I’ve struggled with (soft) landings is that I didn’t get to practice them during the early hours of my training. My stomach simply wouldn’t make it through the lesson. I’m happy to say that I’ve more or less overcome that challenge.
Now, we’re back to my first solo.
So, Craig and I were doing touch-and-go’s in N1720Z around runway 34 at GXY. After a few laps around the pattern, Craig let me know (pretty much on the ground, actually) that I should exit on C2 and head back to the FBO. He then said “then you can go shoot the pattern a few times on your own.”
“Say again?” say I.
We exited on C2, and taxied back to Poudre Aviation. I dropped Craig off, ran to the restroom real quick, then anxiously hopped back into N1720Z. Craig said that if I felt at all uncomfortable, I could just taxi on back and we could do the solo later.
My anxiety remained, but I decided that I’d make the final call after the run-up. I taxied out towards runway 34’s runup area, crossed runways 9 and 27, and turned the airplane facing slightly south so I could look for traffic on final approach (I also listened to the radio, but it’s always good to keep your eyes open!)
I worked through the checklist, and as I worked through each item, my own personal level of confidence grew. I started feeling the anxiety being quieted by the confidence of 20 hours or so of training; it wasn’t all the way gone, but by the time I was ready to call for departure, I was in a mental state where I was ready to fly. It’s tough to describe the feeling, but it was something like “cautious optimism.”
Remembering Craig’s axiom: “Take-offs are optional but landings aren’t” I looked deep inside and decided I was ready to do this. I called for departure:
Greeley Traffic, Skyhawk One Seven Two Zero Zulu, departing runway 34, will make left closed traffic, Greeley.
I took one last look up at the final approach leg for the runway, and rolled on out onto 34. I lined up with the center line and took a look at my panel. “Oil pressure: check. Runway alignment: good. Full throttle. Power and pressure: check. Airspeed indicator: alive.” went through my head in that order. I rotated at about 60 knots and was up in the air in no time.
At about 5200 feet ascending (about 500 feet above ground-level), I took a look left and started my crosswind turn. I raised the left wing to take a look down the downwind leg, then shortly made my downwind turn. I like to call my traffic legs during the turn, but in this case, I called my downwind when I reached pattern altitude (5700 feet, about 1000 feet AGL).
One of my tendencies is to want to keep going up, but I kept it fairly true to pattern altitude for these laps. I’m pretty proud of myself for that!
I reduced power and trimmed for the short downwind cruise. At about the 1000 foot marker (which is 1000 feet beyond the start of the runway; if you’re unfamiliar with aviation, a downwind leg means I’m flying parallel but in the opposite direction of the runway), I powered down, applied carburator heat, trimmed for landing, and applied 10 degrees of flaps. This is the descent procedure.
I started descending, and at 5500 feet and maybe a mile or so beyond the runway (I’m not really good with distances over ground, but I was far enough away!), I turned and called my base leg. I applied 20 degrees of flaps and maintained a careful eye on the airspeed indicator. 65 knots is what I want. I flew the base leg with an eye out on the final approach leg looking for traffic, and seeing none, called and turned my final.
I overshot the final a little bit, but nothing that couldn’t be corrected on the descent. I flared the airplane on the runway, but made a bit of a bounce on touchdown. That’s alright, though. I’m a pilot-in-training and there are definitely some areas to work on! I pulled the flaps out, pushed in the carburator heat, checked alignment and the engine instruments, then pushed the throttle in for another go. I was up and down again in a few minutes, then did another pass. I did 3 solo touch-and-go’s that day, and came back in one piece!
I also lucked out to not have a whole lot of traffic in the area to complicate things. There was a blue-and-white tail-dragger doing touch-and-go’s at the same time on runway 9. Luckily, we stayed almost perfectly interleaved. He was nothing more than a nice voice in the radio and visual scan practice. Nothing too stressful.
I think they’ll make a pilot out of me yet.
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