Been there, done that.
Friday, April 13th, 1973, North Central Oklahoma, a hot & rough morning, doing pipe line patrolling of flight G-2A. A fun field system to fly but on this day, a bad way to start the last day of the workweek.
I was in my usual aircraft, good old ‘900.’
This was a fun field to fly, it worked out just like a dance with full deflection of controls flowing into a wonderful dance with the aircraft as your partner. The start was a bit tricky as it was Northbound and there was usually a South wind in that area and that day was no different. It was a 130° cut back to the left, S/W and it would sneak up on you. “Damn, there it is.” And I slammed in full left aileron and rudder with just enough elevator to stay out of the dirt. Stood up on the left wingtip, made the turn without losing sight of the line and went to bring 900 back to level. The control wheel would not rotate at ALL. It was locked in the full left position.
Time went to a crawl. ( Probably 2/10ths of a second actually passed, seemed like forever. )
Now I was more inverted about 30 feet from the ground, pushed a bit of FWD pressure and let her come on around while dancing on the rudder at times that seemed like a good idea. Coming back upright, I went to full power, full top rudder and she was going to go around anyway.
This would kill us both so I just stood against the rudder pedals, lifted myself sorta up and with two hands on the control; wheel put everything into turning that wheel back to neutral.
I could feel metal ripping & grinding, it felt like I was ripping a pulley out of the wing but I did not care, that roll had to stop NOW… And it did…
So there I sat, full top rudder, (right), partial left aileron, full power, an airspeed gauge that said I was stalled, right at tree top height with the nose to the far right of the flight path heading up a gentle slope. I froze in terror, which was the smartest thing I could have done.
It I tried to straighten the yaw, that would slow the leading wing ( left one ) just enough to stall it, me & 900 die.
We have not stalled YET and we might just clear the trees, the little Continental engine it doing it’s best, the Cessna wing has not lost it’s grip on the airflow and I was breathing real careful and wishing there would be a gentle shift in the wind on the top of the slope past the trees. There was !!!
I eased the aircraft straight as I could get it, gaining precious airspeed and altitude. After a year or so, ( actually about 10 seconds, maybe ) I decided I need to rip up the wing a bit more and have a better chance of continued flight. I needed my legs to stop shaking first. Putting a scary amount of effort into turning the control wheel I had gotten to the point that I thought I might be able to stay in the air. Now to find out where I was. I was going the wrong way by almost exactly 180°…
Such a gentle & careful turn you have never seen done better, I had herded 900 into the correct direction, called ther oil company I was doing that flight for and told them that I did not feel like finishing it today and I was going back home. As they had no inductions of trouble on their instruments, they were fine with that. "Like I cared if they cared… NOT. "
Got close to TUL and called them, told them what I wanted to do and they more or less gave me the whole airport to do whatever I felt like. “Neat.” My plan was to get down without bending me or anything else worse than it already was. I did not use the word, ‘mayday’ or ‘emergency’ or ‘unknown’ or any other word that would require much paperwork & hassle. The whole control crew knew all of the local everyday pilots quite well and since we always did everthing in our power to make life easy for them, we got the same in return. A lovely working relationship.
I did !!!
Taxied to our hanger area and was met by my Chief Pilot. I just walked by him & headed for my DrPepper & cigarette. He went to look at the plane. About 15 minutes later he comes in and says, “You will not believe this.”
Outside and back to 900 we go.
That morning, I had dropped off the transponder at the radio repair and watched the mechanic tape up the antenna lead to the firewall with ‘masking tape.’ That was my first mistake. I know better but that day …
Had a rough morning and that had shaken the lead down to where it was swinging free.
Next I almost missed my first turn into the field system so I had banked & pulled strongly & suddenly which combined with a bump to :::::::::::::::::
Cause the connector on the end of the cable to get into the scissors bar of the yoke system which it can only do at full deflection with the control wheel fully pulled towards the pilot and coming in a straight line which it could only do if it was taped to the firewall at a certain amount of looseness.
A million to one with a million to one on top of another million to one series of events to produce this event.
Had I not been very very lucky, not listened to older pilots & their stories, not asked the airplane to do something that it was not designed to do, well, my flying would have ended that day.
I had very close to 2600 hrs total time on that day so I I was at one of the most dangerous times in a pilots life.
500 hrs = thinks he knows everything
1500 hrs = knows that he knows everything
2500 to 5000 hrs, does not care about careful because he never forgets to be careful so things start to slip by without checking. YMMV
I had another one in a Cherokee 180 on a maintenance test flight with another older wiser pilot but I can’t find the entry right now but it included a shop rag, elevators that were getting tighter & tighter and landing with me holding the control still in the for/aft position so it could not move and using the trim instead of the elevator to make the landing.
We had to think backward on that landing.
Links to my log book and a pic of 900 that go with this event.
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900 is the older one in the middle.*
Been there, done that.