The musings and ramblings of an enthusiastic pilot and reluctant computer operator.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Mo Money
It's Movember, and I am once again growing a dubious tache for charity.
Frightening, hmmm?
Here is the sales pitch;
Hi, I am growing a moustache this year for Movember. I have decided to put down my razor for one month (November) and help raise awareness and funds for men's health - specifically prostate cancer and depression in men. What many people don't appreciate is that close to 3,000 men die of prostate cancer each year in Australia and one in eight men will experience depression in their lifetime - many of whom don't seek help. Facts like these have convinced me I should get involved and I am hoping that you will support me. To sponsor my Mo, you can either: * Click this link http://au.movember.com/mospace/121975/ and donate online using your credit card or PayPal account * Write a cheque payable to 'Movember Foundation', referencing my Registration Number 121975 and mailing it to: Movember Foundation, PO Box 292, Prahran, VIC, 3181 Remember, all donations over $2 are tax deductible. Movember is now in its sixth year and, to date, has achieved some pretty amazing results by working alongside The Prostate Cancer Foundation (PCFA) and beyondblue: the national depression initiative. Check out further details at: http://au.movemberfoundation.com/research-and-programs. If you are interested in following the progress of my Mo, click here http://au.movember.com/mospace/121975/. Also, http://au.movember.com has heaps of useful information. Thank you
A couple of weeks ago I took a flight to Taree with a pilot mate named Julien, whose blog you can find here. I'd been wanting to fly along the coast past Taree and back through the VFR lane for quite a while, but didn't want to do it alone, so when Julien posted on his blog that his attempt was thwarted by bad weather, I suggested we fly up together. He was PIC for the first leg, and I would be PIC for the return leg.
The weather in Sydney had been crappy for days leading up to our flight, either heavy rain or high winds, and sometimes both, but the trim Gods smiled on us and we got a window of good weather for about 12 hours on the day of our flight.
I like flying with new people, they usually have tips and tricks to pass on, and interesting tales to tell. Julien was a good choice, he is an accomplished pilot and I could tell he was a thorough planner, very organised, particular about details, all things which in almost any other endeavour would be viewed sceptically, but which are welcome attributes in an aviator. I'd happily fly with this bloke again. Julien is also pedantic about following the rules, which is something I tend to get lazy with.
We left Sydney early enough, but weren't rushed at all. No time was wasted and at no time did I feel we were in a hurry. I sat in the right seat to take these pictures. Although we had agreed on our respective roles I initially found myself handing out unnecessary advice and touching switches without asking. Naughty! In the run up bay I apologised and promised to behave myself like a good co-pilot should.
We rapidly left Sydney behind and headed north to Newcastle, still an important coal port as these waiting ships demonstrate.
There aren't too many tall buildings in Newcastle.
The shipwreck of the Sygna off Stockton Beach, an unmistakable landmark.
Ummm Broughton Island I think. My photo really does not capture its striking grandeur. The best way to see it is to barrel past at 500 feet.
Not much further north of this I saw something I hadn't seen before. A small high wing aircraft was circling low of the water. While I watched a dark whale as big as a bus broached the surface and splashed back into the waves. Sadly it was too distant and fleeting to get a photo, and Julien was on the wrong side of the aeroplane and never saw a thing.
Scenic Taree airport.
We refuelled at Taree, we didn't need to but I wanted to get an accurate idea of our real world fuel consumption. The Chief Pilot at The Manning River Aero Club had the appropriate surname of Sky, and picked it without even opening the tanks. "Forty litres per hour" he said, and he was spot on, we flew for 87 minutes and used 57 litres. 40L/H is an appropriate planning fuel consumption figure for unleaned cruise. Schofields operations manual prohibit leaning the mixture below 5000 feet AMSL. Avgas is cheap when compared to a engine ruined by an overleaned mixture. The Manning River Aero Club is a very nice example of a country flying club, very comfy and homey with a fire that must be inviting during winter.
I enjoyed sitting in the right hand seat, just watching, talking on the radio and concentrating on navigating, but I was also happy enough to be back in seat 0A.
The VFR lane is narrow and follows a railway line up a winding valley which at times is quite tight.
Williamtown military airspace is normally active above it during the week at 1000 feel amsl, and lots of the surrounding terrain is higher than that, so there isn't much space vertically either, and you have to fly low to stay legal.
After the lane it was fairly straight back to Bankstown over familiar terrain. Julien captured the landing, unfortunately a dying camera battery prevented me from doing the same for him. He was complimentary of my landing, which just goes to show how polite he is.
A forced landing at Bankstown airport on the 6th June 2009 captured by not one, but two cameras.
He comes down at an angle and then straightens up just before touchdown. Aircraft in one piece, passengers unhurt. Eyewitnesses say that the reason for the bank on coming in was to avoid the warehouses on the north side of the field, something Bankstown pilots have been warning about for a while now.
Yesterday around this time my wife and I said goodbye to Houston, our beloved cat, just shy of his 13th birthday.
He was my little buddy, he followed me around the house wanting to know what I was doing all day, he slept like only a cat truly can until he got hungry, then got up and ate til he was tired. He demanded to go outside just to sleep in the sun and sniff the grass, he demanded to be fed at 0545 every day. He curled up beside me to sleep just about every night.
And when he no longer wanted to do any of those things because he was too sick, he knew we would do what was best for him.
And we did, while we held him and the light went out of his eyes.
My wife has said it better than I ever could;
To others he may have just been a cat, or our pet. But to us he was our family and we loved him.
People close to me and my wife know how close we are to our family cat, Houston. People who know how close we are will know how upset we were when he was diagnosed with cancer recently. We've been blogging our experiences as a way of coping and possibly to help anyone else out there whose beloved family pet is also diagnosed with a terminal illness. You can read how it has gone so far here.
We recently took him back to the vet to be checked up and got the news that we both knew was possible, but didn't think we would get. The treatment wasn't working, and now instead of having weeks or months of life left, he has only a matter of days before the pain and illness becomes intolerable. It was a terrible shock to us because he had been doing very well. So well in fact that the vet recommended his dosage be cut down. I now wonder if that was a mistake. Nevertheless, I'm convinced the treatment he received extended his life and that we would already be dead without it.
Anyone who has or had a family pet that they love, for thirteen years in our case, could understand just how painful this is for us. He is the closest we have to a child, and soon he will need us to do the right thing, which is end his life before it becomes too much to bear.
Julien commented on one of my recent posts - he happened to attend the same session of night circuits as myself a few weeks ago. We didn't fly together, but G'day Julien if you're reading this. I'll be reading your blog with interest in the future.
Daniel Martin was our instructor for the session, a very experienced and agreeably laid back instructor at Schofields. Grahame Smith and Dave Roberts were my fellow acolytes. Grahame took us out to show us how it was done, and really gave us something to aim for. Grahame never got around to completing his night VFR rating, but is an experienced IFR pilot and it showed in his precise speed control and effective instrument scan. He took it round for three good circuits, copping a nasty patch of slipstream for an Archer in front of us. It threw the aircraft off at least 30 degrees angle of bank shortly after take off and really got our attention. Landed, taxi back and shut down.
Now my turn. Took it around for one good circuit and a squeaker of a landing. Normally this would be a good thing, but I would rather have my landings be a little on the firm side at night, rather than grope around in the flare and float too high. The next circuit was ok and the landing this time was firm, but rather too hard. A Duchess was on its way into the circuit and the tower requested we extend out downwind leg to accommodate it. I choose to turn too early, thinking a Duchess would be a bit faster than our Warrior. Pilots who have flown a Duchess may choose to chuckle at my expense at this point. I also didn't twig to the transmission that preceded, advising the Duchess to slow to follow a Liberty. We ended up going too close behind, and being asked to go around. It's a good thing to get to practice a go around at night, I rationalised. The last circuit was good up until it was my time to receive a fright.
On late final we encountered wake turbulence as Grahame had earlier. And there's no wake turbulence quite like wake turbulence at 100 feet. The left wing dropped past 30 degrees and I put in a boot full of right rudder to pick it up. It wasn't done with us though and we dropped first the left and then the right wing during the flare, probably no more than 10 feet off the ground. The landing was surprisingly good, taxi back and shutdown to allow Dave to have a go and for my heart rate to retrun to normal. Dan speculated that because the night was so still and calm, wake turbulence was hanging around for longer rather than being broken up by passing currents as it would during the day. Another good lesson there, campers.
Unfortunately as Dave is a pre-solo student we weren't permitted to be on board while he flew the circuit, so Grahame and I waved him good night and wandered back to the clubhouse, which was a decidedly warmer place to be.
Flew again last Friday 29th May. Took a workmate Brett along for the ride. Apologies for the tardiness of this post, but I was expecting to get some photos from my passenger to post, who has since told me the battery in his camera died and so he can't yet retrieve the images from it. Brett's father was a flight engineer for QANTAS for many years, and grew up near the northern beaches of Sydney, where a great many QANTAS flight crew seem to reside, so I took a route I've flown a few times before that goes as close to Sydney Harbour whilst remaining outside controlled airspace.
The weather had been poor for several weeks leading up to the flight, the confluence of low and high pressure systems off the coast brought day after day of heavy rain, flooding and low cloud. The day of the flight, though, was nice and clear, some cloud but not enough to effect the flight. The aircraft, SFA, had not been flown since the 17th, and a fuel drain revealed it had soaked up a fair bit of water. I had never seen quite so much water in a fuel tank, I must have rocked and drained the tanks a dozen times each before they came up clear of water.
Startup, taxi out, extended run up on both tanks to make sure they weren't going to quit with water contamination after takeoff and out to the runway. A few months earlier a Chieftain had run off the end of the runway after a failed aborted takeoff, the report blaming water contamination for the loss of engine power.
North via the VFR lane to Hornsby, then east to the coast north of Long Reef, one orbit over the beach, but clearly too cold for naked sunbathers, then north to Barrenjoey Head lighthouse, west to Brooklyn Bridge, then south back the VFR return lane to Bankstown. Encountered a couple of minor showers along the way back, prompting my passenger to ask what I used to keep the windscreen clear of water.
'Airspeed,' I replied.
Into the circuit at Bankstown, too close behind another Archer in front prompted a 'waggle your wings SFA' request so the tower could differentiate us, then having to go around. I thought we had sufficient spacing, but the tower controllers were handing over, I think the new controller was erring on the side of caution until he had a handle on the circuit traffic.
Around we go again, on short final my passenger started asking questions about the layout of the field, which I tried to answer, but probably shouldn't have. My fault for not briefing him to stay quiet during our approach and landing.
A nice, fun flight, and easily done within the 1.5 hour booking we had.
Out to the club again, for our regular night flying event, in which we take turns to fly some night circuits. It's a great night, and good fun all round. The general idea is three club members and an instructor take a club aircraft out, each club member taking it in turns to make three night landings before switching seats with another club member, and so on. We switch seats on the ground, of course. This satisfies our recency requirements for legal reasons, the club puts on a dinner and so it becomes a social event, too.
I was a bit nervous before I went out that I wouldn't remember everything, but it all felt very natural, although my instrument scan was slow and haphazard, which I will work on.
