YOUR flight training
Goodness. Ok. It's the early 1970's, and I'm 10 years old. With
the help of cushions strategically placed under and behind my bum,
I can mostly see over the dash and reach the rudder pedals in the
Maule M4-210C.
We're doing circuits at Toronto Island airport. I understand it's been
renamed since then to something weird like The People's Glorious
Bourgeois Flight Port of the Grandiose Toronto Area.
Anyways, this is the 1970's at the Island. No ANR headsets. No
boom mikes. No PTT's. No intercoms. Hell, no headsets. We used
a hand mike and tried to listen to ATC on the overhead speaker in
the extremely noisy cockpit. Really. No GPS, no LORAN, no moving
maps. If you had a VOR, you were Hot Stuff. No one could afford a
DME.
Anyways, I had reduced power and turned base and I was high
and slow. All I had to do was lower the nose to establish the correct
descent attitude - you know, trade some altitude for airspeed.
My fanged ex-fighter pilot father leans over to me and shouts in my
ear - remember, no headsets or boom mikes or intercoms in those days:
"If you don't do something, we're going to die"
I'm
10 years old for Christ's sake, trying to wrestle with a
210hp fuel-injected constant speed prop tailwheel aircraft that
most licenced pilots would wreck if they tried to land it, but I
didn't know that at the time. I was only 10 years old, remember?
Anyways, by the time I was 12 I'm told I could take off and
land that snaky bitch (still have it, 40 years later) by myself.
Years later I hassled my fanged ex-fighter pilot father about
his somewhat uniquely developmental (heavy on the mental)
instruction technique. He shrugged and said that if he could
learn to fly on a Harvard (in 1951) I could learn to fly on a Maule.
Still fly with my fanged ex-fighter pilot father, and also now
with my son, who soloed on that very same Maule M4-210C
when he was 14, and then the Pitts S-2B when he was 16.
http://www.pittspecials.com/images/geneseo.jpg
http://www.pittspecials.com/images/ottawa.jpg
I did many horrible things to my kid when he was learning
how to fly, but I never shouted in his ear, "If you don't do
something, we're going to die". Not even when he was 10
years old. He's a pretty good stick, actually:
http://www.pittspecials.com/images/eric_form1.jpg
Two pieces of advice I can give you on flight training, worth
precisely what you paid me for them:
1) start young. I am not being a pervert. If you want to learn
to speak another language, play a musical instrument or swing
at a fastball or operate speedy motorized equipment, start doing
it young before your brain has calcified. Look at all the great
motorcycle racing champions - they all started ridiculously early,
so that by the time they were 20 (at at their peak) they had 15
years of riding experience.
2) fly more. People don't fly enough. If you have less than 1000TT
fly twice
every day wx permitting. That's how you get good.
Remember for every professional there was once an amateur that
simply wouldn't quit.
is flying a hobby for you? Or is it your job?
Goodness. Awfully early in the morning for metaphysical
questions like that. Reminds me of re-reading "Zen And
The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance" this summer at the
cottage.
It's bad form, but I'm going to answer your question with
another question:
"Is breathing, eating and screwing a hobby for you? Or, is it your job?"
my advice... Get a good instructor
Now you tell me. Where were you in the early 1970's?