Ricky
October 3rd 08, 08:45 AM
One time in my small flying career did I make a flight that I knew was
unsafe before & during the flight and in hindsight was idiotic (maybe
not to some) and could have been tragic if my Arrow's engine had
failed.
I was in Commercial/instrument training when I flew from San Antonio,
TX. to Harlingen, TX. down in the valley many, many years ago for yet
another annual dose of the CAF's main Airsho. I took two friends from
school (one pilot, one not) with me in the very, very old Piper Arrow,
the kind with Hershey Bar wings & the glide ratio of an aerodynamic
rock. I loved that Arrow, anyway!
Checking the enroute weather on the ground before going to the airport
I discovered perfectly clear skies in San Antonio and Harlingen with
unrestricted visibility. The problem was one of the strangest weather
occurences I've ever seen. About 20 miles southwest of San Antonio to
about 40 miles northeast of Harlingen there was heavy, thick, pea-soup
FOG! Ceilings and visibility were, for the most part almost non-
existant with (better) extremely low ceilings and visibility scattered
along the 2 hour route. The even bigger problem was the tops were less
than 100 feet, which one may expect with fog I suppose. The reason
that was a bigger problem is that it meant I could depart VFR and fly
VFR the whole way. Conditions were expected to remain this way for the
duration of my planned flight. Gettheritis overwhelmed me and I
launched off into the blue to an Airsho I simply could not miss.
Just south of San Antonio I entered a surreal world of flying over
solid white. I was un-nerved most of the way down, knowing that an
engine failure would be almost certainly catastrophic. Being a fairly
new Private Pilot and having 2 friends with me made it even more nerve-
racking. I was closer to scared than I think I've ever been in my
flying career. Another thing I remember was the horizon took on a
different appearance than I'd seen up till then, making straight &
level flight somewhat of a challenge.
It was also quite beautiful, but the most georgeous thing this flight
was the break in the fog 20 minutes or so north of my destination,
wow! Just as forecast...clear blue and visibility unrestricted. Relief
beyond measure washed over me and we enjoyed an incredible Airsho but
I vowed never again would I allow myself to be drawn into such a
dangerous trip as I took that October morning.
Do you have a "gettheritis" story you'd be willing to share? Do you
think my flight was foolhearty? I've had some say they wouldn't have
thought twice about going in similar conditions.
Never again,
Ricky
unsafe before & during the flight and in hindsight was idiotic (maybe
not to some) and could have been tragic if my Arrow's engine had
failed.
I was in Commercial/instrument training when I flew from San Antonio,
TX. to Harlingen, TX. down in the valley many, many years ago for yet
another annual dose of the CAF's main Airsho. I took two friends from
school (one pilot, one not) with me in the very, very old Piper Arrow,
the kind with Hershey Bar wings & the glide ratio of an aerodynamic
rock. I loved that Arrow, anyway!
Checking the enroute weather on the ground before going to the airport
I discovered perfectly clear skies in San Antonio and Harlingen with
unrestricted visibility. The problem was one of the strangest weather
occurences I've ever seen. About 20 miles southwest of San Antonio to
about 40 miles northeast of Harlingen there was heavy, thick, pea-soup
FOG! Ceilings and visibility were, for the most part almost non-
existant with (better) extremely low ceilings and visibility scattered
along the 2 hour route. The even bigger problem was the tops were less
than 100 feet, which one may expect with fog I suppose. The reason
that was a bigger problem is that it meant I could depart VFR and fly
VFR the whole way. Conditions were expected to remain this way for the
duration of my planned flight. Gettheritis overwhelmed me and I
launched off into the blue to an Airsho I simply could not miss.
Just south of San Antonio I entered a surreal world of flying over
solid white. I was un-nerved most of the way down, knowing that an
engine failure would be almost certainly catastrophic. Being a fairly
new Private Pilot and having 2 friends with me made it even more nerve-
racking. I was closer to scared than I think I've ever been in my
flying career. Another thing I remember was the horizon took on a
different appearance than I'd seen up till then, making straight &
level flight somewhat of a challenge.
It was also quite beautiful, but the most georgeous thing this flight
was the break in the fog 20 minutes or so north of my destination,
wow! Just as forecast...clear blue and visibility unrestricted. Relief
beyond measure washed over me and we enjoyed an incredible Airsho but
I vowed never again would I allow myself to be drawn into such a
dangerous trip as I took that October morning.
Do you have a "gettheritis" story you'd be willing to share? Do you
think my flight was foolhearty? I've had some say they wouldn't have
thought twice about going in similar conditions.
Never again,
Ricky