Jay Honeck
Touchdown! Greaser!
...and had my closest call, ever!
Strangely, it occurred while taxiing out. We received a couple of more inches of snow last night, and our FBO didn't get out to plow until late morning. So, no problem -- we shoveled out in front of our own hangar, and taxiing in fluffy snow is no big deal...
As we're starting up Atlas (Our Cherokee Pathfinder 235) the snow plows show up and start moving snow. As I taxi out to the runway, I must go past several rows of T-hangars, and the plows are working up and down those rows.
Taxiing around the corner of hangars, I see the guy driving the smallest plow (mounted on a pickup truck) is in reverse, coming BACKWARDS toward me at a high rate of speed! He's taking long swipes down the entire length in front of that row of T-hangars, not even THINKING that there might be someone behind him!
I see the collision course we're on, and hit the binders. No dice -- we're just sliding toward the inevitable crash... I'm yelling pointlessly, instinctively (stupidly) cranking the yoke over like a car, Mary's screaming...
...and the guy stops. He puts it in "drive", and takes another long, hard run at the snow. He never once looked over his shoulder, and never saw how close he had come to turning Atlas into a pile of scrap aluminum.
After that, everything was a piece of cake. After cleaning out my shorts, I had to do an "on-the-roll" run-up, with no dry pavement to park on, and the runway was solid snow and ice (with a gusting-to-20 wind right down it), but the sky was clear as a bell and -- once we got above the haze layer -- it was smoooooth as a baby's bottom. We saw 179 knot ground speeds at 3000 feet, with sustained 1500 FPM climb rates. OAT was 13 above zero.
We tried to fly to nearby Muscatine for brunch, but they hadn't even plowed the wind-favored runway yet -- and I wasn't going to brave a 70-degree crosswind on an ice-covered runway -- so I just did a low approach to scare the plow driver and headed back to KIOW where I did three touch & goes.
MAN, it felt good to fly again -- this was our first time up since early November -- our longest lay-off EVER.
Strangely, it occurred while taxiing out. We received a couple of more inches of snow last night, and our FBO didn't get out to plow until late morning. So, no problem -- we shoveled out in front of our own hangar, and taxiing in fluffy snow is no big deal...
As we're starting up Atlas (Our Cherokee Pathfinder 235) the snow plows show up and start moving snow. As I taxi out to the runway, I must go past several rows of T-hangars, and the plows are working up and down those rows.
Taxiing around the corner of hangars, I see the guy driving the smallest plow (mounted on a pickup truck) is in reverse, coming BACKWARDS toward me at a high rate of speed! He's taking long swipes down the entire length in front of that row of T-hangars, not even THINKING that there might be someone behind him!
I see the collision course we're on, and hit the binders. No dice -- we're just sliding toward the inevitable crash... I'm yelling pointlessly, instinctively (stupidly) cranking the yoke over like a car, Mary's screaming...
...and the guy stops. He puts it in "drive", and takes another long, hard run at the snow. He never once looked over his shoulder, and never saw how close he had come to turning Atlas into a pile of scrap aluminum.
After that, everything was a piece of cake. After cleaning out my shorts, I had to do an "on-the-roll" run-up, with no dry pavement to park on, and the runway was solid snow and ice (with a gusting-to-20 wind right down it), but the sky was clear as a bell and -- once we got above the haze layer -- it was smoooooth as a baby's bottom. We saw 179 knot ground speeds at 3000 feet, with sustained 1500 FPM climb rates. OAT was 13 above zero.
We tried to fly to nearby Muscatine for brunch, but they hadn't even plowed the wind-favored runway yet -- and I wasn't going to brave a 70-degree crosswind on an ice-covered runway -- so I just did a low approach to scare the plow driver and headed back to KIOW where I did three touch & goes.
MAN, it felt good to fly again -- this was our first time up since early November -- our longest lay-off EVER.