My continuing lust for aviation experiences led me to take “spin training” this past week while on vacation.
The flight school I contacted has a college of aeronautics. They agreed to let me sit in with one of their ground school classes, and then do the flight the next day.
The day of the flight the instructor and I took off in a Cessna 152 and headed up to 8000 feet over the local practice area. I asked to do a few power off stalls to warm up, as I hadn’t flown a Cessna in some time; no problem.
Then he explained he would demonstrate the beginning of a spin, recover before it fully developed, and that I should just keep my hands in my lap this first time. I took a breath and said I was ready.
The ground school session had let me know exactly what to expect. The night before I had done some “chair flying” to visualize what was going to happen. But there was nothing - NOTHING - that could have prepared me for that first spin.
The instructor brought the throttle to idle and pulled the yoke back to initiate a stall. When the stall warning began to go off he stepped firmly on the left rudder. The plane yawed a bit to the left and then…
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Oh my God!!!”
I nearly shit myself as the Cessna snapped over inverted, pointed straight at the ground, and seemingly tried to thow me out the door.
The instructor recovered from the spin in less than one turn, while I scraped myself off the floor of the plane. He reassured me that most people reacted as I had the first time, and that we would continue at whatever pace I could take.
He then had me shadow him on the controls as we did two more entries and quick recoveries. The first time I did exactly the wrong thing and tried to pull back on the yoke when it was time to recover. What surprised me was that I knew perfectly well what to do and couldn’t make myself do it. Although you aren’t pointed straight at the ground, it sure seems that way. And pushing forward on the yoke (which is the correct procedure) is an act of will.
We then entered and recovered from fully developed spins to both sides. By this time I was getting queasy, which hardly ever happens to me.
Finally, I had to do it myself. The instructor said he would count three rotations and tell me to recover. So I pulled it into the stall, stomped on the rudder, and sort of turned off my brain as the plane went into the spin. I held the controls as they were to continue the spin, then performed the recovery on cue.
By this time I was about to vomit, so we headed back with me holding the sick-sack up to my face. I took this time to ask the instructor, “So, how long does it take to get USED to that?” He laughed, and said it took a while. Then it gets to be fun.
I managed (just barely) to not vomit, and was able to fly the approach and landing. After landing my legs were rubbery, and I was no good for anything the rest of the day. Couldn’t eat for a few hours either.
In the end, it was certainly a valuable experience. And I do plan to do it again to get more comfortable.
I can sort of see how it could get to be fun. Sort of.