Some threads on this site worry me. I’m admittedly an old Graybeard pilot, but I have survived 60 some years of flying. I am an Enthusiastic supporter of all forms of aviation. I love talking to people just starting in flying. The community needs enthusiastic support. We need a continuing source of pilots. I see starting pilots really struggle to support their flying habit. Been there, done that. Admittedly C150’s probably rented for $12 hr wet but I made $1.75 per hour at the time. About the same thing.
I have mentioned how it scares me to share the sky with amateurs. I’m not talking about the professional vs nonprofessional pilots. I’m talking about people in my airspace who do not have any business there.
I have read several threads about how to obtain certificates as cheap as possible. Not how do I become a proficient and safe pilot, it's
HOW CHEAP CAN I GET THE PAPER. The money issues seem to outweigh common sense.
I survived with some good instruction, good luck and a lot of common sense. Did I do some stupid things, sure but I’ve always had a lot of respect for how fast aviation can go south. The people looking for cheap certificates do not seem really aware of how dangerous flying can be to themselves and others.
Forty hours is in no way enough to create a competent pilot. Wishful thinking, before carrying passengers every pilot would receive some real instrument time, upset training and glider solo time. There are lots of other “advanced” training areas beyond these. Obviously, all of this can not be done in 40 hours. More expensive, YES; Safer, YES. Keep the incompetent away from other flyers.
Attached is just one story out of the 60 years. A long read but interesting.
FLAME AWAY (but read first)
Springtime trip about 20 years ago; BJC-VEL-FMN-TUS-RTN. Work/golf trip. Nice VFR. Work completed late Friday afternoon at VEL, Departed for FMN. I pulled up ATIS about 25 -30 out and switched to listen to tower.
First thing I hear is
“Cessna XXX, where is the airport” TWR
“what”. Cessna XXX
“I’m over your city I cannot find the airport”. TWR
“airport is on a mesa NW of city”.
Cessna XXX
”no its not”. TWR, sounding frustrated:
“standby”. At this point obviously tower called center to find them on radar. Farmington did not have radar at that time. TWR to
Cessna XXX
“can you squawk AAAA?”.
Cessna XXX
“ok”. About 2 minutes dead air.
TWR “
Cessna XXX, you are over Aztec, about 8 miles away, can you fly 240”.
Cessna XXX “
ok”. About 5 min dead air in which I made my initial call, TWR to me “call right base 25”.
Cessna XXX
“over another city, where is airport”. TWR
“airport is on a mesa NW of city, cleared to land runway 23, call ball”.
Cessna XXX
“what, what, what?” TWR
“disregard but you are lined up for the wrong runway, cleared to land any runway”. Tower controller seems to be in a good mood on a light traffic early evening. He had just saved a lost pilot.
I entered base and called “
Right base, ball, Cessna, 100 pounds”. Tower keyed mike and (laughing) to me ”
cleared to land”. TWR to
Cessna XXX , “
Cessna XXX taxi parking and that’s on your left” Anyone familiar with FMN knows that parking is should have been VERY obvious to
Cessna XXX. I landed and after receiving “
taxi parking” I responded with “
two wire fair”. TWR (laughing) “
been there done that”.
Parked next to a C172 with two 20’ ish young men, a 50’ ish man and a small dog crawling out. The sun was just setting. I went inside to arrange fuel for the next morning. I am RON’ing; no real future in FMN-TUS night single engine. Plus: golf course in Farmington I’ve always wanted to play. Went back to plane for bags and found all 3 out of Cessna XXX under wing using flashlight (sun is down by now) over as sectional.
As I walked by, I overheard the word “Mesquite”. Stopping I inquired about their destination. “Mesquite”. I asked young pilot “where are you from”. Answer “APA” (Denver area). After just hearing tower/center pull their fat out of the fire, I had to intervene. I said “do not descend into Mesquite until you see the runway lights, there is a big mountain just east”. Young man pilot on ground with flashlight looked up at me for the first time “A mountain????”. Oh boy! The stupid little dog bit my heel.
Here was a guy that had done enough to pass his private cross country and met the required night flying requirement but was set to kill three people. I was lost as to what to do. Finally saying to him “I have been flying this area for over 25 years and have done this trip hundreds of times. I can file IFR but would not make that trip at night unless it was a real emergency”. That was just
lost on him. The same guy that couldn’t find Farmington in the day was going to launch over one of the most desolate areas of the US at night. When it was obvious that he believed himself a Chuck Yeager/ Bob Hoover type of pilot because the FAA had approved him, He was bound and determined to proceed. Oh boy!!
I played my last card, I said to the older man (father?), “You are going to be flying over the Grand Canyon at night”. All three looked up from the sectional on the ground and said “really, the Grand Canyon?”. Oh boy!!! I had done my best so I left. Passed them all in the lobby of the hotel later. Felt good about probably saving some lives. Probably wouldn’t have felt bad about that dog. Aircraft was gone next morning by the time I departed. Hope he stayed alive long enough (and did not take anyone with him) to become a competent pilot.