I got a call from a friend last night asking me if I could relocate a 182, and he asked if I had ever flown one. I said no, but I've flown a 210. He said keep all the gauges in the green and have it at Stinson by 2.
I woke up (around 11) donned my nomex jockstrap, and headed for the airport for my date with destiny. I preflighted the plane and confirmed my suspicion - it was indeed a Cessna 182. I hopped in, fired up, and took off. Stinson isn't far, but this airplane didn't have a GPS. I used my pilot intuition and did some figuring. I opened up the window and stuck my finger and and became immediately aware that Stinson was to the Southwest, so southwest I went. I figured I probably needed to call San Antonio and ask for flight following, which I received through charm and cunning. I approached Stinson in this new to me airplane and prepared for my first landing in this new type.
It's truly a miracle my wings stayed on. I came down on final. 500.....400......300.... and so on. I did some more figuring and through my pilot intuitiveness realized it was probably time to flare, so I did. Chirp - the wheels touched down. I had cheated death - flying a new type without a CFI.
Here is a picture of the spacecraft
I woke up (around 11) donned my nomex jockstrap, and headed for the airport for my date with destiny. I preflighted the plane and confirmed my suspicion - it was indeed a Cessna 182. I hopped in, fired up, and took off. Stinson isn't far, but this airplane didn't have a GPS. I used my pilot intuition and did some figuring. I opened up the window and stuck my finger and and became immediately aware that Stinson was to the Southwest, so southwest I went. I figured I probably needed to call San Antonio and ask for flight following, which I received through charm and cunning. I approached Stinson in this new to me airplane and prepared for my first landing in this new type.
It's truly a miracle my wings stayed on. I came down on final. 500.....400......300.... and so on. I did some more figuring and through my pilot intuitiveness realized it was probably time to flare, so I did. Chirp - the wheels touched down. I had cheated death - flying a new type without a CFI.
Here is a picture of the spacecraft