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Imagine you’re watching a movie about a pilot terrified to fly. Would you want to fly with that guy?
You gotta ask yourself am I Ted Striker ?
Or did I lose my edge, like Cougar?
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Imagine you’re watching a movie about a pilot terrified to fly. Would you want to fly with that guy?
I’m going to play devils advocate to all the encouragement going on... “completely effing scared” doesn’t sound like a good state of mind to be doing anything high-stakes in, assuming you were not exaggerating.
Hey, everyone, been a while.
Has anyone else gone through a phase like this? what am I supposed to do? how do I get over it? what's going on? truth is I won't even take off anymore in situations that in the past I wouldn't think twice about.
What's going on?
Help!
The police are on their way.I have the exact "picture" hanging in my home office that you have above the couch.
I know PDK, and there are very few spots to put it in event of engine failure on departure/climbout. But yes, the sights are nice.I'm a low time private pilot, 65 hours. I'm always running through situations in my head of what could go wrong, but there were only two times I felt what I would call fear. Not panic, just fear. One I was doing a blind take off under the hood with my CFI. I knew he was there, but man was that an eye opening (or closed? ) experience. Second my latest cross country to KPDK in our clubs 172. I left KDPK around 9:30, well past sunset. After departing I was mesmerized by how beautiful all the city lights were on climb out. Then it hit me I have no freaking clue where I would put down the airplane if I lost the engine. I had a quick 10 seconds of horrible thoughts running through my head, then realized there is nothing I could do about it. I decided to get to I-85 as quick as I could to have a possible emergency landing spot and stay focused and vigilant. Ended up being one of the most enjoyable flights I've had.
I didn't know I was selling it. Shrug.I don't buy that, sorry.
Me: "Is this the airplane/flight that's finally going to kill me?"
Self: "I don't know. Let's find out."
And then the other voices choose sides and the catcalls and cheering starts. It can get very noisy until I push the throttle forward.
Then it all gets sublime.
Hoping to fly another airshow this weekend.
Me: "Is this the airplane/flight that's finally going to kill me?"
Self: "I don't know. Let's find out."
And then the other voices choose sides and the catcalls and cheering starts. It can get very noisy until I push the throttle forward.
Then it all gets sublime.
Hoping to fly another airshow this weekend.