“Pan Pan, Pan Pan, Pan Pan. Paraparaumu Traffic, Piper Pawnee Zulu-Kilo-Tango-Uniform-Golf, Two to the east, 3500, planning emergency landing 16 due to throttle stuck full open …. Everyone steer clear of the runway please …”
(Bill) “How yea doin’ Adam … what’s the plan”
“Well she’s balls to the wall … pulled the carb heat, dropped a mag trying to get into somewhat of a decent…I’ll clear the fence, mixture, mags, master, fuel and we’ll rock out”
(Bill) “Good on yea … We’ll see yea when you get down.”
“Paraparaumu Traffic, Tango-Uniform Golf short final 16 grass”
“Helipro Golf-Yankee … Do you require services?”
“Negative … I’ll let you know when I’m down.”
“Tango-Uniform-Golf, down and safe … thanks guys”
The shit hit the fan today. I think I had dealt with it quite nicely. During a normal days towing after a good run up and a few launches already, I had launched what was to be the last launch of the day. After reaching the 3500ft release altitude the glider released from me the tow plane making his clearing right hand turn. As I make my clearing left turn, slowly reducing the power back ….. I said reducing the power back!! SHIT. Balls to the wall boys. 2300 RPM in a beast that wants to climb like a home sick angel.
I then made my respective calls as layed out above and the glider I previously launched expedited his landing off of the runway for me. I pulled the carb heat, dropped one mag, and stuck the nose down until I reached 1000ft. As I traveled from east of the field I started a nice round downwind – to – base – to final turn. Established 2 mile final, maintained 1000ft until I met my respective glide slope. I chose a long final so I could relax and sort things out. One mile final, flaps full down, airpeed at approach speed, full slip on one mag …. Clear the fence … Mixture, Mags, Master, Fuel … Everything goes silent … Gliding 101. I am a glider pilot, but a Pawnee being about 4:1 is no glider; let me tell you!
Beauty touch down, rolled to a stop …. Then the prop stops just as I came to rest. Let’s push her off and head to the beer fridge for a successful exciting day. I just though I’d share my story as I’m still full of adrenaline.
The kicker is I finish the towing season here in New Zealand in 3 days! The throttle cable is highly sought after and will take weeks to get in. My final flight in New Zealand is dead sticking a Pawnee on short final. Looks like its time to go home.
Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
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Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
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Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
well done Adam!
Glider towing can become very repetitive, but when something out of the ordinary like that happens it sure sits you up straight in your seat!
What a way to remember your last flight of the season.
Glider towing can become very repetitive, but when something out of the ordinary like that happens it sure sits you up straight in your seat!
What a way to remember your last flight of the season.
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Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Nice work sorting it out and getting home safe. Hell of a last flight 
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Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
I can see the media report now:
A single engine Cessna powered by a Tacoma engine averted a crash landing today which could have killed 200 if it were heading to a crowded stadium with full fuel. The engine lost power 2 miles from the runway, the foreign pilot said. Adam Oke is an exchange student pilot from America. "I just went balls to the wall. Luckily I had clearance to land." Oke said. Oke has been a glider pilot for 25 years and he said this prepared him for the full throttle decent after the engine stopped. It landed safely on the grass because the nearest paved runway was in Auckland. The pilot's flying privileges in New Zealand have been suspended pending an investigation by the FBI.
ISTP news.
A single engine Cessna powered by a Tacoma engine averted a crash landing today which could have killed 200 if it were heading to a crowded stadium with full fuel. The engine lost power 2 miles from the runway, the foreign pilot said. Adam Oke is an exchange student pilot from America. "I just went balls to the wall. Luckily I had clearance to land." Oke said. Oke has been a glider pilot for 25 years and he said this prepared him for the full throttle decent after the engine stopped. It landed safely on the grass because the nearest paved runway was in Auckland. The pilot's flying privileges in New Zealand have been suspended pending an investigation by the FBI.
ISTP news.
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Congratulations on a job well done!
Your handling of this situation displays a level
of flying ability to which far too few aspire to
these days.
Your handling of this situation displays a level
of flying ability to which far too few aspire to
these days.
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
ok good job on getting the plane and your but on the ground safe,
but really, is this considered a deadstick? the engine was intentionally shut down, and you had control of the situation 100%.
if your approach was bad, you could have gone around, no?
Also, to pick nits, why did you turn the master off? what purpose did this serve?
Again good job for not doing something stupid and crashing.
but really, is this considered a deadstick? the engine was intentionally shut down, and you had control of the situation 100%.
if your approach was bad, you could have gone around, no?
Also, to pick nits, why did you turn the master off? what purpose did this serve?
Again good job for not doing something stupid and crashing.
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Give the kid a break Strega, he did good.
-I would have turned off the master too. Who needs it anyway. Prepare for the worse and hope for the best right?
-Intentional shut down or not, a deadstick is a deadstick. Ever try to start an engine at full throttle? Didn't think so.
Nice flying, I'll drink to that
-I would have turned off the master too. Who needs it anyway. Prepare for the worse and hope for the best right?
-Intentional shut down or not, a deadstick is a deadstick. Ever try to start an engine at full throttle? Didn't think so.
Nice flying, I'll drink to that
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Nice job and thanks for sharing the experience.
Where is the Paraparaumu airport? South Island?
Where is the Paraparaumu airport? South Island?
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
nice work, glad to hear alls well
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
That is a well handled alliteration.Adam Oke wrote:“Pan Pan, Pan Pan, Pan Pan. Paraparaumu Traffic, Piper Pawnee …”
Good story. Job well done.
I suspect terrorism caused that throttle to stick. Only an alarmist ignorant hunch.
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Well done Adam! 
When you get back get in touch, the first flights on me.
When you get back get in touch, the first flights on me.
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Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Ya buddy! Nice work man. Hell of an experience to end the season with.
I hope when my time for excitement comes, I'll be able to handle the issue with the same coolness and confident skill that you did there.
I hope when my time for excitement comes, I'll be able to handle the issue with the same coolness and confident skill that you did there.
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Great story adam - deciding when to pull the mixture and gauging what your glideslope might be with a windmilling engine must have been nerve-wracking. Good flying!
This post reminded me of one of Duke Elegant's stories that also involved a stuck throttle, so I thought I'd repost it here. I've pieced it together from various posts, the rest of his stories are all in the forum section called "around the camp fire".
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Posts: 264 Posted: 2003-01-23 12:03
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Spring 1983.
I had overstayed my visit to Australia but was still confident to get a seat on the Budworm Program. I needed the money as my many wives had shared in the booty from previous adventures.It was a six week project and big bucks. Spray pilots ,some Swiss, Americans, Chechs, poles, Aussies and South Africans to name a few.Frenchmen too. They all came to fly the TBM Avenger, a 2000HP US Navy torpedo bomber.We sprayed the whole forest of New Brunswick in formations of three at about fifty feet.In the past there had been about thirty TBM's on the job, spread out on bases with usually nine on each base.
The turns at the end of the line were like mini airshows and dangerous. Imagine pulling 17,000lbs around at 2 G's...that made the slipstream 34,000lbs....enter it and you were a smoking hole in the jungle.
I was number two to a tall, hawkfaced, old ex F104 Starfighter pilot who had an ego as big as his balls. Number three was Farrell and he was not happy with the maintainence. None of us were..hell...at a hundred bucks a trip...Shutup.
We were spraying in the hills to the North and Farrells plane was running rough. If one guy went back we all went back...."Shutup" it was hinted to him..A hundred bucks.
But he had had enough and quit leaving his plane sitting on the ramp. Frank and I were elated as we could do faster turns with two airplanes and make good dough. The competetion was brutal. Once off line we would look for another team, also calling off line and, without any calls, just push it up to METO. First team midfield on the carrier break had the right of way. We always wanted the last load of the day. It was not uncommon to duke it out in the mess shack after flying.
MORE TO FOLLOW, OVER!
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4AM
They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn.
We would arise, not from sleep but from passing out from too many warm Moosehead and bullshit stories. A coffee helped a little but then we went to the flightline in the dark, flashlights stabbing the dark as we did half-hearted walk-arounds.
Then...there is NOTHING.....I say..NOTHING more horny than nine Avengers running up in the dark..18,000 horsepower growling..orange flames turning blue as they warmed up. The first team would move into the pits to await the dawn, when the C172 pointer planes would take of and go to the block. We had two per team. They navigated for us online and we simply lined them up.
DAWN. We launch. Frank lines up with his 625US gallons of poison and roars off, vortices trailling from the slots at the wingtips. He banks right and I am powering up already, full power..49"...52" if you need it through the gate..tail up six inches and a slight tug and she breaks free.Frank banks back for the joinup. Gear up...First power reduction....first power reduction...@#$!!..it's stuck....accelerating...I go scorching by Frank.."Slow down" he yells. "Can't..throttle's stuck" says I.
200kts.. I turn on downwind...250Kts.
I look at the Dunphy Airstrip..3000feet. No Way!
"Go to Chatham" growls Frank calmly..."050 degrees roughly"
I set a rough course..I can't remember what the final speed was because I was focussed on the cylinder head temp along with the oil temp that had already hit redline. I trimmed nose down and left all the right rudder trim in...getting hot in here.
The big chill...it ran up my spine..
"Climb up and jump" suggested another pilot : I see some smoke"
I looked at the 'chute...US Navy 1952 ..it read.
I stayed low...if it cuaght fire I wanted to ditch..the landscape was flat but flashing by in a blur.
The US Navy manual says you can use full power for two minutes..in wartime that is.
It's now about five minutes. I'm on my own.
She's screaming..was that a puff of smoke?
I could see the base off in the distance. Frank had already looked up the frequency for me...thanks Frank.
"Chatham Tower Zebra Two inbound..I have a problem"
"Say your position" says the controller.
I have lied in the past by saying I said "DESPERATE!" It got a few laughs.
"Crossing a powerline NE bound" is all I knew.
"What is you plan?"...they have every right to know..I didn't have one.
"Left base 250knots plus" I blurt out. I don't know what he said.I wasn't listening.
I noticed a helicopter hovering at the other end of the runway.
I roll onto base.....miles out.
250 KNOTS ON FINAL
More to follow over.
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250 KTS ON FINAL:
The long runway sure was coming up fast.
I had to decide where to cut the mixture.What happens WHEN I cut the mixture? I see smoke on both sides of the cockpit..puffs.WOW! Look at all those fighter jets lined up, canopies open.
NOW! I pulled the mixture....
Two thousand horsepower to zero...I wasn't prepared for what happened next. With a violent yaw, my helmet banged the side canopy..hard..my body slammed forward into my harness as the prop hissed loudly on its way to fine..She dived..@#$!!..It was all those trims cranked in that took over.
The silence was deafening. The tongue of flame that shot down both sides of the airplane was gone.
The prop was discing lots of drag so I had to push hard on the stick...airspeed decreasing RAPIDLY...full forward...
I'm gonna be short..@#$!!
I reach for the mixture..worth a try..slam it forward...
ZERO HORSEPOWER TO 2000 HORSEPOWER!.. In a heartbeat!.I wasn't prepared for what happened next.
The noise,incredible..with a violent yaw my helmet bangs other side of canopy .YAW..youv'e never seen anything like it...Flames along with a whole shitload of POWER.She pitches up then BAMM! She came apart...GRIIIIND! and the prop stops just as I flare over the numbers..NO @#$!!
I had flared high and she came down hard. I had 650US gallons of poison onboard. Even though I had MILES of runway ahead I tried jamming the brakes but my rubbery legs wouldn't work.It stopped..the clicking sound could be heard over the noise of the approaching helicopter...it was cooling down.
I grabbed my helmet and stepped out onto the wing just as everybody showed up.
Even a photographer. Well you all know how shy I am around cameras and microphones.
A van load of excited young fighter pilots came and took me to the mess for coffee. They laughed..and laughed..they had seen nothing like it in their lives. They joked that I was seen on radar..coming in low..AND FAST. Was I some sort of target?
Well that was it for the season...or so I thought.
I thought of Frank, last seen flying slowly around my plane when I was getting out onto the wing and then droning off in the direction of Dunphy.
They flew me back to Dunphy in a Bell206 and I got to retrace my flight path over trees, small lakes and meadows.
I had decided to retain my load of chemical, remember. I got out of the helicopter with my helmet bag and maps poked into my flightsuit, to be greeted by most of the base personell. And Frank: in my fuckin' face, gesturing wildly towards Farrell's plane sitting beside his still loaded TBM.
It was still cool enough to spray.
Another hundred bucks.
This post reminded me of one of Duke Elegant's stories that also involved a stuck throttle, so I thought I'd repost it here. I've pieced it together from various posts, the rest of his stories are all in the forum section called "around the camp fire".
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Spring 1983.
I had overstayed my visit to Australia but was still confident to get a seat on the Budworm Program. I needed the money as my many wives had shared in the booty from previous adventures.It was a six week project and big bucks. Spray pilots ,some Swiss, Americans, Chechs, poles, Aussies and South Africans to name a few.Frenchmen too. They all came to fly the TBM Avenger, a 2000HP US Navy torpedo bomber.We sprayed the whole forest of New Brunswick in formations of three at about fifty feet.In the past there had been about thirty TBM's on the job, spread out on bases with usually nine on each base.
The turns at the end of the line were like mini airshows and dangerous. Imagine pulling 17,000lbs around at 2 G's...that made the slipstream 34,000lbs....enter it and you were a smoking hole in the jungle.
I was number two to a tall, hawkfaced, old ex F104 Starfighter pilot who had an ego as big as his balls. Number three was Farrell and he was not happy with the maintainence. None of us were..hell...at a hundred bucks a trip...Shutup.
We were spraying in the hills to the North and Farrells plane was running rough. If one guy went back we all went back...."Shutup" it was hinted to him..A hundred bucks.
But he had had enough and quit leaving his plane sitting on the ramp. Frank and I were elated as we could do faster turns with two airplanes and make good dough. The competetion was brutal. Once off line we would look for another team, also calling off line and, without any calls, just push it up to METO. First team midfield on the carrier break had the right of way. We always wanted the last load of the day. It was not uncommon to duke it out in the mess shack after flying.
MORE TO FOLLOW, OVER!
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4AM
They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn.
We would arise, not from sleep but from passing out from too many warm Moosehead and bullshit stories. A coffee helped a little but then we went to the flightline in the dark, flashlights stabbing the dark as we did half-hearted walk-arounds.
Then...there is NOTHING.....I say..NOTHING more horny than nine Avengers running up in the dark..18,000 horsepower growling..orange flames turning blue as they warmed up. The first team would move into the pits to await the dawn, when the C172 pointer planes would take of and go to the block. We had two per team. They navigated for us online and we simply lined them up.
DAWN. We launch. Frank lines up with his 625US gallons of poison and roars off, vortices trailling from the slots at the wingtips. He banks right and I am powering up already, full power..49"...52" if you need it through the gate..tail up six inches and a slight tug and she breaks free.Frank banks back for the joinup. Gear up...First power reduction....first power reduction...@#$!!..it's stuck....accelerating...I go scorching by Frank.."Slow down" he yells. "Can't..throttle's stuck" says I.
200kts.. I turn on downwind...250Kts.
I look at the Dunphy Airstrip..3000feet. No Way!
"Go to Chatham" growls Frank calmly..."050 degrees roughly"
I set a rough course..I can't remember what the final speed was because I was focussed on the cylinder head temp along with the oil temp that had already hit redline. I trimmed nose down and left all the right rudder trim in...getting hot in here.
The big chill...it ran up my spine..
"Climb up and jump" suggested another pilot : I see some smoke"
I looked at the 'chute...US Navy 1952 ..it read.
I stayed low...if it cuaght fire I wanted to ditch..the landscape was flat but flashing by in a blur.
The US Navy manual says you can use full power for two minutes..in wartime that is.
It's now about five minutes. I'm on my own.
She's screaming..was that a puff of smoke?
I could see the base off in the distance. Frank had already looked up the frequency for me...thanks Frank.
"Chatham Tower Zebra Two inbound..I have a problem"
"Say your position" says the controller.
I have lied in the past by saying I said "DESPERATE!" It got a few laughs.
"Crossing a powerline NE bound" is all I knew.
"What is you plan?"...they have every right to know..I didn't have one.
"Left base 250knots plus" I blurt out. I don't know what he said.I wasn't listening.
I noticed a helicopter hovering at the other end of the runway.
I roll onto base.....miles out.
250 KNOTS ON FINAL
More to follow over.
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250 KTS ON FINAL:
The long runway sure was coming up fast.
I had to decide where to cut the mixture.What happens WHEN I cut the mixture? I see smoke on both sides of the cockpit..puffs.WOW! Look at all those fighter jets lined up, canopies open.
NOW! I pulled the mixture....
Two thousand horsepower to zero...I wasn't prepared for what happened next. With a violent yaw, my helmet banged the side canopy..hard..my body slammed forward into my harness as the prop hissed loudly on its way to fine..She dived..@#$!!..It was all those trims cranked in that took over.
The silence was deafening. The tongue of flame that shot down both sides of the airplane was gone.
The prop was discing lots of drag so I had to push hard on the stick...airspeed decreasing RAPIDLY...full forward...
I'm gonna be short..@#$!!
I reach for the mixture..worth a try..slam it forward...
ZERO HORSEPOWER TO 2000 HORSEPOWER!.. In a heartbeat!.I wasn't prepared for what happened next.
The noise,incredible..with a violent yaw my helmet bangs other side of canopy .YAW..youv'e never seen anything like it...Flames along with a whole shitload of POWER.She pitches up then BAMM! She came apart...GRIIIIND! and the prop stops just as I flare over the numbers..NO @#$!!
I had flared high and she came down hard. I had 650US gallons of poison onboard. Even though I had MILES of runway ahead I tried jamming the brakes but my rubbery legs wouldn't work.It stopped..the clicking sound could be heard over the noise of the approaching helicopter...it was cooling down.
I grabbed my helmet and stepped out onto the wing just as everybody showed up.
Even a photographer. Well you all know how shy I am around cameras and microphones.
A van load of excited young fighter pilots came and took me to the mess for coffee. They laughed..and laughed..they had seen nothing like it in their lives. They joked that I was seen on radar..coming in low..AND FAST. Was I some sort of target?
Well that was it for the season...or so I thought.
I thought of Frank, last seen flying slowly around my plane when I was getting out onto the wing and then droning off in the direction of Dunphy.
They flew me back to Dunphy in a Bell206 and I got to retrace my flight path over trees, small lakes and meadows.
I had decided to retain my load of chemical, remember. I got out of the helicopter with my helmet bag and maps poked into my flightsuit, to be greeted by most of the base personell. And Frank: in my fuckin' face, gesturing wildly towards Farrell's plane sitting beside his still loaded TBM.
It was still cool enough to spray.
Another hundred bucks.
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Hey Lommer that was a really cool read! Thank you 
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
That happened to me in an Aztec last Fall. The spring connected to the right throttle broke off & it went full power. I had to shut down the right engine and land with only the left.
Thank God the left didn't go nuts or I would of lost hydraulic power. Would of been hand pumping the gear down!
Thank God the left didn't go nuts or I would of lost hydraulic power. Would of been hand pumping the gear down!
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Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Thanks guys. I keep runing through what I could have done differently and I don't think I would change a thing. As for the master, someone said previous; Plan for the worst and hope for the best. After getting chatted to on short final asking if I need services, shutting the master off makes even more sence ... one less distraction. And 300ft, pulling the mixture ... there is NO go around. You have about 1-2 seconds before you're in the flare. The Pawnee is one 'ulgy' draggy aircraft and drops like a ROCK with power idle, let alone off.
And I_Reason, I'll take yea up on that!
And I_Reason, I'll take yea up on that!
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Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Great job Adam. Never mind the nitpickers. You get to wear your "A+" for that landing the rest of your life now... you'll see it smiling back at you every time you look at yourself in the mirror. 
Besides, I seem to recall "master off" being one of the last items on the forced landing memory checklist I was taught? (I think popping the door open is the last item) ...helps to minimize risk of fire should things not go quite as planned.
Besides, I seem to recall "master off" being one of the last items on the forced landing memory checklist I was taught? (I think popping the door open is the last item) ...helps to minimize risk of fire should things not go quite as planned.
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Mitch Cronin wrote:Great job Adam. Never mind the nitpickers. You get to wear your "A+" for that landing the rest of your life now... you'll see it smiling back at you every time you look at yourself in the mirror.
Besides, I seem to recall "master off" being one of the last items on the forced landing memory checklist I was taught? (I think popping the door open is the last item) ...helps to minimize risk of fire should things not go quite as planned.
Was this really a forced landing?
He was in control, and chose when and where to pull the mixture. The engine did not quit! This almost the same as a hot high approach that need to pull the power to idle on (yes I know there will be a slight different in drag, but almost nil)
The reason I say this, as it has happened to me, and I really thought it was no big deal.
the one thing Adam did that was 100% correct is basic principle of flying that is not really the norm anymore,
AVIATE, NAVIGATE, COMMUNICATE
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Have ya ever flown a Pawnee Strega?
And if not what type where ya flying when ya had this happen to ya?
How long was your runway Adam?
Good Job eh. Very cool story.
And if not what type where ya flying when ya had this happen to ya?
How long was your runway Adam?
Good Job eh. Very cool story.
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Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Isn't it weird how even a successful anecdote
like this bring out the monday morning armchair
quarterbacks who tell us how they would have
handled it better
I can understand it (sort of) when someone crashes
and burns, but when someone does it right?!
Reminds me of the definition of an accident
review board ... six guys who spend six months
deciding what one guy should have done in
several seconds.
like this bring out the monday morning armchair
quarterbacks who tell us how they would have
handled it better
I can understand it (sort of) when someone crashes
and burns, but when someone does it right?!
Reminds me of the definition of an accident
review board ... six guys who spend six months
deciding what one guy should have done in
several seconds.
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Hedley and others,
Im not trying to be an armchair QB,, I just dont think this a big deal like everyone here seems to.
and no Ive never flown a pawnee.
The aircraft that I was flying when the cable broke and the engine was either all or nothing was a bellanca viking.
like I said good job for getting the plane on the ground,
Remember
AVIATE, NAVIGATE, COMMUNICATE!
Im not trying to be an armchair QB,, I just dont think this a big deal like everyone here seems to.
and no Ive never flown a pawnee.
The aircraft that I was flying when the cable broke and the engine was either all or nothing was a bellanca viking.
like I said good job for getting the plane on the ground,
Remember
AVIATE, NAVIGATE, COMMUNICATE!
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
ok here is a real deadstick
The engine throttle stuck after the race, and john penny had no choice but to run it out of fuel and deadstick from around 15k, on the short runway to boot! ( the other runway was occupied with another aircraft that had engine problems..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpRfyxx_TYk
The engine throttle stuck after the race, and john penny had no choice but to run it out of fuel and deadstick from around 15k, on the short runway to boot! ( the other runway was occupied with another aircraft that had engine problems..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpRfyxx_TYk
Re: Full Throttle Emergency - Dead sticking a Pawnee short final
Pull the mixture, cut the mags, turn off the fuel ... and for your sake leave the master on for final next time ... you tell me if the engine quits. Go read about windmilling props and tell me how efficient they are for producing thrust. When all goes quiet let me know if you're deadsticking the aircraft to the ground or not.Strega wrote: Was this really a forced landing?
He was in control, and chose when and where to pull the mixture. The engine did not quit!
I agree that I had control, and I was safe. I mean I had half a tank of fuel and no where but up to go ... plenty of time to sort myself. I was safe only because I had thought things through and did not panic. Go read some accident reports and see how many result in death from minor incidents and pilots panicing in the cockpit.
Thats for the congrats though. Call it what you want; Call it a deadstick, call it a floppy stick, call it a glider, or call it a plane with a neat spinney thing that did @#$! all when I told it to stop. I didn't bend any aluminium and I'm happy.
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