Notice a lack of flying stories from me the last year or so? Sure, lots of commentary on airplane threads, but no stories…
Well, I haven’t been flying much these past 15 months. All for good reason, like illness in the family and finances, but finally, at long last, I feel I am in a position to resume defiance of gravity. Of course, my skills are rusty… so I wisely sign on with an instructor for some refresher and recurrancy training because I highly value my own personal safety.
(By the way - all names have been changed)
So I go out to the airport for a flight at High Noon. I arrived early, since whenever possible I like to pre-flight the airplane and get myself ready in a non-hurried fashion. Turns out a newish instructor - I’ll call him Nick - has an intro-flight scheduled in that plane just prior to my use of it. No problem - an intro-flight is about a half an hour of air time, he should be back at noon.
He’s not. 15 minutes goes by. Then a half an hour.
His girlfriend is starting to get nervous. As is his dad. Mind you, this is not the new student’s friend and loved one, this is the instructor’s significant people.
45 minutes
50 minutes overdue, we hear him on the radio on approach for a landing. At 5 to 1 - almost an hour into MY time - he lands. His girlfriend says I looked pissed. Well, yes, as a matter of fact I am. That’s just rude. Worrying people, inconveniencing people… TOTALLY unnecessary, especially as he has a working radio and could have just given us a call.
Yeah, I go out there. “Hi, did you have a good flight?”
“Yes, yes I did.”
“Good. I’m glad. Do you realize you’re an hour overdue?”
“No way - I can’t be that late.”
“You are. This time I’ll accept an apology” (Yes, he actually gave me one).
Anyhow, he drops off paperwork, I pick up paperwork, and go out to pre-flight the plane. I realize the key is not on the clipboard. I ask Nick where it is. He tells me it’s in the airplane.
Now, that’s not really a good thing - you really should leave the keys to vehicles in said vehicles. Just not good policy. Even so, I’m expecting the keys to be sitting on the seat or something.
They’re not. It’s FAR worse than that.
The keys are in the ignition. The ignition is turned to “both”, meaning both magnetos are “hot”, that’s is, ready to fire the spark plugs. The main power switch has also been left on. OK, what this means is, if someone passing by pulls on the prop, or leans on the prop, or even, possibly, bumps the prop that prop could start moving. That would be a Bad Thing. Potentially a Very Bad Thing. How bad? Take a blender. Put it on high. Drop in a carrot. Only not a carrot but a person. That kind of bad.
This is not rude. This is not sloppy. This is hazardous.
OK, I’ve pretty much decided I am not going to fly with Nick. Ever. Fortunately, I am not flying with Nick, I’m flying with Eugene.
Problem is, by this time I’m pissed and cranky. Not to mention rusty.
I did have a pretty decent flight, from the standpoint of what I wanted to accomplish. It really wasn’t that wonderful - I was sloppy and struggling and, oh, just out of practice. Which is precisely the reason, of course, I have my instructor/personal coach with me. It was, to be frank, embarssingly on several levels. Just ick.
Although I still remember how to land well. THAT’s a good thing!
But my time was cut short - we both had obligations that required us to leave at two.
And now I have to say something officially about what Nick did. The fact he only charnged a customer 30 minutes worth of time for a 90 minute flight is not my problem, leaving an airplane in an unsafe and unsecured condition - that’s everyone’s problem.
What a jackass.
I hope, really hope, this was just a piss-poor day on his part, an aberration, and not a pattern.
>sigh<