Diana
Final Approach
It was another great day in sunny California, starting with breakfast with Michael. Hope you got home OK Michael and thanks again for all the flying. 
Had another great lesson with the wonderful instructor in the 7KCAB. Did some inverted flight, competition slow rolls (not a fun maneuver in the Citabria!), and worked on spins again. We had the option of working longer in the Citabria or playing in his Pitts S-2B. We both voted to “run, not walk” back to the airport, and get out his Pitts.
What a pretty little red Pitts; wish I had a picture of it. He flew it like a dream.
He did hammerheads, slow rolls, Cubans, reverse Cubans, and more that I can’t remember now. I did lots of different rolls and generally flew it around and around. Then with immense regret (just like I feel in the Extra when it’s time to go back to the airport) we had to head back to the airport because we both had to be somewhere else.
Well, I can look forward to flying in the Pitts with Mike again next time I’m in California. And now have some Pitts time in my logbook.
On to a slower, quieter pace. Much quieter with no engine and no prop. The glider port at Tehachapi is a comfy, homey, timeless airport with friendly people and a slow easy way of enjoying the beauty of flight.
Jim, the same laid-back, smiling gentleman instructor took me flying again and let me fly most of the time. That poor tow pilot had lots of jolts as I went up-down-left-right tugging on his rope and letting it swing all over the place. I guess he’s used to that since they train there, but felt he earned his pay and more today.
Since it was so windy we looked for “shear” off the mountains before we hunted for thermals. It was so peaceful up there searching for the ever-changing invisible airflow that would serve our need to keep going up.
Jim finally started eating his lunch in the backseat while I circled and played with the thermals turning this way and that, admiring the beautiful scenery all around.
His landing was so impressive in the crosswind; he planted the glider just where he wanted on the 6-foot wide asphalt strip and then stopped at exactly the right spot on the white line for the next lucky passenger/student. Reminded me of a Bob Hoover landing.
Another great day in California. All kinds of flying and aviation people; I can’t help but love them all.
Had another great lesson with the wonderful instructor in the 7KCAB. Did some inverted flight, competition slow rolls (not a fun maneuver in the Citabria!), and worked on spins again. We had the option of working longer in the Citabria or playing in his Pitts S-2B. We both voted to “run, not walk” back to the airport, and get out his Pitts.
What a pretty little red Pitts; wish I had a picture of it. He flew it like a dream.
He did hammerheads, slow rolls, Cubans, reverse Cubans, and more that I can’t remember now. I did lots of different rolls and generally flew it around and around. Then with immense regret (just like I feel in the Extra when it’s time to go back to the airport) we had to head back to the airport because we both had to be somewhere else.
Well, I can look forward to flying in the Pitts with Mike again next time I’m in California. And now have some Pitts time in my logbook.
On to a slower, quieter pace. Much quieter with no engine and no prop. The glider port at Tehachapi is a comfy, homey, timeless airport with friendly people and a slow easy way of enjoying the beauty of flight.
Jim, the same laid-back, smiling gentleman instructor took me flying again and let me fly most of the time. That poor tow pilot had lots of jolts as I went up-down-left-right tugging on his rope and letting it swing all over the place. I guess he’s used to that since they train there, but felt he earned his pay and more today.
Since it was so windy we looked for “shear” off the mountains before we hunted for thermals. It was so peaceful up there searching for the ever-changing invisible airflow that would serve our need to keep going up.
Jim finally started eating his lunch in the backseat while I circled and played with the thermals turning this way and that, admiring the beautiful scenery all around.
His landing was so impressive in the crosswind; he planted the glider just where he wanted on the 6-foot wide asphalt strip and then stopped at exactly the right spot on the white line for the next lucky passenger/student. Reminded me of a Bob Hoover landing.
Another great day in California. All kinds of flying and aviation people; I can’t help but love them all.