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- Feb 22, 2005
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Ben
weather? . . . almost
illness? . . . almost
winds? . . . almost
stupidity (which might have been a blessing) . . . Check.
It is the middle of summer an I have some sort of bronchial crud thing going on, but it isn't all -that- bad. A front is moving through with scattered TS and winds 10G20, but with my experience, the situation isn't all -that- bad because we're staying in the pattern and can visually avoid..
So, thinking to myself, all I have to do to complete this checkout is the last 15%. I need to do a few power-on landings, simulated engine-outs, and no-flap landings (a big deal in the Cirrus).
*Sigh* so, I head out to the airport and finish the preflight before my CFII arrives. We do a quick preflight briefing and I hop in. Then, I can't find my keys.
Laughter alll around.
I still can't find my keys.
OK, I say, hold tight--I'll unstrap, get up and look around.
STILL can't find my keys. ( I had just used them about 3 minutes earlier to open the door, so they're HERE in the freakin' airplane somewhere!)
. . . . . . . . . .
After about 45 minutes of searching--with the help of two additional persons--WE CAN'T FIND THE KEYS. Rescheduled for Thursday.
So, I'm praying there's a spare, because the flight school usually has one. But so far, no luck. (Hoping the Chief has one, or the owner.)
. . . . . . . . . .
But then on the way home, as I was sweating and slightly chilled at the same time, and watched the sudden thundershower emerge to the South, I thought to myself. Ya know, Ben? Maybe it's OK you didn't fly today!
So there's a story for you! I'm hoping the moral is this: Sometimes, in very rare cases, stupid is good!
illness? . . . almost
winds? . . . almost
stupidity (which might have been a blessing) . . . Check.
It is the middle of summer an I have some sort of bronchial crud thing going on, but it isn't all -that- bad. A front is moving through with scattered TS and winds 10G20, but with my experience, the situation isn't all -that- bad because we're staying in the pattern and can visually avoid..
So, thinking to myself, all I have to do to complete this checkout is the last 15%. I need to do a few power-on landings, simulated engine-outs, and no-flap landings (a big deal in the Cirrus).
*Sigh* so, I head out to the airport and finish the preflight before my CFII arrives. We do a quick preflight briefing and I hop in. Then, I can't find my keys.
Laughter alll around.
I still can't find my keys.
OK, I say, hold tight--I'll unstrap, get up and look around.
STILL can't find my keys. ( I had just used them about 3 minutes earlier to open the door, so they're HERE in the freakin' airplane somewhere!)
. . . . . . . . . .
After about 45 minutes of searching--with the help of two additional persons--WE CAN'T FIND THE KEYS. Rescheduled for Thursday.
So, I'm praying there's a spare, because the flight school usually has one. But so far, no luck. (Hoping the Chief has one, or the owner.)
. . . . . . . . . .
But then on the way home, as I was sweating and slightly chilled at the same time, and watched the sudden thundershower emerge to the South, I thought to myself. Ya know, Ben? Maybe it's OK you didn't fly today!
So there's a story for you! I'm hoping the moral is this: Sometimes, in very rare cases, stupid is good!