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No, this is not a story about Viagra's side effects... ;-)
Amazingly, today dawned clear and sunny -- against all predictions. Thus, once the kids were at school, it was time for us to head to our favorite "$100 Breakfast" in Muscatine, IA. Conditions seemed perfect, but I knew some weather was predicted to move in later. Thus, a call to flight service was in order, even though Muscatine was just 20 minutes away. (It's always a good idea to check on GW's location during this election season, too...) To my surprise, Ft Dodge Flight Service was calling the surface winds at 15, gusts to 20, from 180. We had just walked our daughter to school, and the winds were light -- but obviously there was a big low pressure center moving in from the north, causing an increasing southerly flow. Still, the winds were right down the runway in Iowa City, and 60 degrees off of runway 24 in Muscatine. So, I figure it would be a piece of cake... We departed normally, lightly loaded with just the two of us and climbing out at better than 1400 feet per minute. Immediately we were buffeted by moderate turbulence, but nothing we hadn't felt a hundred times before. In a few minutes we were enjoying the smooth ride at 3000 feet. As we proceeded southeasterly, we noticed our flight path across the ground was quite different from the direction we were facing. The crab angle was severe, and incredibly our ground speed during the climb out was just 54 knots! Even after we leveled off we were seeing just 95 knots -- a quartering headwind at 45+ knots! Still, the ride above the haze layer was smooth, and we weren't going far. As we enjoyed the ride I tuned in Muscatine's AWOS. "...wind 180 at 19, gusts to 27..." Uh-oh. This could be more interesting than I anticipated. Coming from the north we'd have to cross over the field to enter the downwind for 24, and the wind would be pushing us in toward the runway at a good clip. Thus, I set up to cross over just southwest of the field, and entered a much wider than normal downwind. I started to get an inkling of what was in store when I had to maintain a 45 degree crab angle in order to fly a parallel downwind. After we descended to pattern altitude the turbulence had returned with a vengeance, including some rare "triples" -- the kind of air that bumps you up and down three times in rapid succession, almost as if you were hitting multiple railroad tracks in a car at high speed. Mary had grown strangely quiet, and was rocking from side to side in sync with the wings rocking, in a vain effort to maintain her upright balance. I was so busy trying to keep from being blown back over the airport on downwind that I hadn't noticed the violent rocking until I saw her motions out of the corner of my eye. This *was* going to be interesting. Turning onto base, it seemed like the plane didn't want to turn or descend. I'd get Atlas set up for a 90 knot descent, only to be tossed up and see my air speed erode to 75. Then, after correcting a moment later we'd be instantly at 100. A stabilized approach was simply out of the question. Turning onto final was like turning a boat. With the wind trying to push me past the runway, the instinct was to steepen the bank angle -- but a thousand landings had taught me not to over-do that! Thus, my turn to final was an exercise in will, banking, over-banking, correcting, banking, over-banking, correcting. Instead of the usual graceful, sweeping turn onto final, it was a series of 20 little banks, all connected together by my furrowed brow. I was really working now. Sliding down on final, keeping my airspeed at 100 knots, sort of, I realized that I was having to hold an impossible left crab angle to maintain runway alignment. Kicking in right rudder, and opposite aileron helped, but soon the runway was drifting to the left in the windshield again. More aileron, more right rudder, more crab... Now I was *really* working. Curtly I commanded Mary to turn the cabin heat down. It was already off. Soon I had full rudder deflection, full opposite aileron, AND a 45 degree crab. At last the runway was remaining steadfastly in front of me -- but I realized that if I were to touchdown in that crab, my A&P would be making yet another upgrade to his 42 foot yacht... Worse, since I was already at full deflection on the rudder AND aileron, there was nothing left with which to kick out! In a flash a greasy breakfast served by an ugly waitress didn't seem like a valid reason to fly anymore. Applying full power and releasing my aileron and rudder, I was astounded to see the runway literally *fly* away from us -- sideways! For the first time in I can't remember when, I executed a go-around... Once safely at altitude and out of the bumps, I realized my hands were hurting. I slowly pried them off of the yoke, marveling at how different this trip -- taken so many times before -- could suddenly change for the worse. I remarked to Mary how much "fun" this was, but she had another term for it. Needless to say, the trip back to Iowa City was quick. And even with the wind directly on the nose, I had one helluva time making an acceptable landing. What a day... Once the plane was in the hangar, we sat and enjoyed the sunny skies. No one driving by could possibly have a clue how treacherous that pretty blue sky was today... -- Jay Honeck Iowa City, IA Pathfinder N56993 www.AlexisParkInn.com "Your Aviation Destination" |
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On Thu, 11 Mar 2004 02:23:25 GMT, "Jay Honeck"
wrote: snip For the first time in I can't remember when, I executed a go-around... I've only done one go-around in the last 35 years of flying. When I was younger, that was not an option. As long as you fly, there will be an occasional rougue wave poised to smite you. Mike Weller |
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![]() "Jay Honeck" wrote in message news:x4Q3c.2179$YG.23444@attbi_s01... No, this is not a story about Viagra's side effects... ;-) Amazingly, today dawned clear and sunny -- against all predictions. Thus, once the kids were at school, it was time for us to head to our favorite "$100 Breakfast" in Muscatine, IA. snip fun story Jay Honeck Iowa City, IA Pathfinder N56993 www.AlexisParkInn.com "Your Aviation Destination" A great day! You got to fly, analyze a deteriorating situation, exercise judgment that probably saved you from mayhem, and got home again. The flight didn't kill you, so you must be stronger (and demonstrably better as a pilot)! :-) Cheers, JB |
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with that much wind.. if you really needed to be there... ask to land on the
cross taxiway.. BT "Jay Honeck" wrote in message news:x4Q3c.2179$YG.23444@attbi_s01... No, this is not a story about Viagra's side effects... ;-) Amazingly, today dawned clear and sunny -- against all predictions. Thus, once the kids were at school, it was time for us to head to our favorite "$100 Breakfast" in Muscatine, IA. Conditions seemed perfect, but I knew some weather was predicted to move in later. Thus, a call to flight service was in order, even though Muscatine was just 20 minutes away. (It's always a good idea to check on GW's location during this election season, too...) To my surprise, Ft Dodge Flight Service was calling the surface winds at 15, gusts to 20, from 180. We had just walked our daughter to school, and the winds were light -- but obviously there was a big low pressure center moving in from the north, causing an increasing southerly flow. Still, the winds were right down the runway in Iowa City, and 60 degrees off of runway 24 in Muscatine. So, I figure it would be a piece of cake... We departed normally, lightly loaded with just the two of us and climbing out at better than 1400 feet per minute. Immediately we were buffeted by moderate turbulence, but nothing we hadn't felt a hundred times before. In a few minutes we were enjoying the smooth ride at 3000 feet. As we proceeded southeasterly, we noticed our flight path across the ground was quite different from the direction we were facing. The crab angle was severe, and incredibly our ground speed during the climb out was just 54 knots! Even after we leveled off we were seeing just 95 knots -- a quartering headwind at 45+ knots! Still, the ride above the haze layer was smooth, and we weren't going far. As we enjoyed the ride I tuned in Muscatine's AWOS. "...wind 180 at 19, gusts to 27..." Uh-oh. This could be more interesting than I anticipated. Coming from the north we'd have to cross over the field to enter the downwind for 24, and the wind would be pushing us in toward the runway at a good clip. Thus, I set up to cross over just southwest of the field, and entered a much wider than normal downwind. I started to get an inkling of what was in store when I had to maintain a 45 degree crab angle in order to fly a parallel downwind. After we descended to pattern altitude the turbulence had returned with a vengeance, including some rare "triples" -- the kind of air that bumps you up and down three times in rapid succession, almost as if you were hitting multiple railroad tracks in a car at high speed. Mary had grown strangely quiet, and was rocking from side to side in sync with the wings rocking, in a vain effort to maintain her upright balance. I was so busy trying to keep from being blown back over the airport on downwind that I hadn't noticed the violent rocking until I saw her motions out of the corner of my eye. This *was* going to be interesting. Turning onto base, it seemed like the plane didn't want to turn or descend. I'd get Atlas set up for a 90 knot descent, only to be tossed up and see my air speed erode to 75. Then, after correcting a moment later we'd be instantly at 100. A stabilized approach was simply out of the question. Turning onto final was like turning a boat. With the wind trying to push me past the runway, the instinct was to steepen the bank angle -- but a thousand landings had taught me not to over-do that! Thus, my turn to final was an exercise in will, banking, over-banking, correcting, banking, over-banking, correcting. Instead of the usual graceful, sweeping turn onto final, it was a series of 20 little banks, all connected together by my furrowed brow. I was really working now. Sliding down on final, keeping my airspeed at 100 knots, sort of, I realized that I was having to hold an impossible left crab angle to maintain runway alignment. Kicking in right rudder, and opposite aileron helped, but soon the runway was drifting to the left in the windshield again. More aileron, more right rudder, more crab... Now I was *really* working. Curtly I commanded Mary to turn the cabin heat down. It was already off. Soon I had full rudder deflection, full opposite aileron, AND a 45 degree crab. At last the runway was remaining steadfastly in front of me -- but I realized that if I were to touchdown in that crab, my A&P would be making yet another upgrade to his 42 foot yacht... Worse, since I was already at full deflection on the rudder AND aileron, there was nothing left with which to kick out! In a flash a greasy breakfast served by an ugly waitress didn't seem like a valid reason to fly anymore. Applying full power and releasing my aileron and rudder, I was astounded to see the runway literally *fly* away from us -- sideways! For the first time in I can't remember when, I executed a go-around... Once safely at altitude and out of the bumps, I realized my hands were hurting. I slowly pried them off of the yoke, marveling at how different this trip -- taken so many times before -- could suddenly change for the worse. I remarked to Mary how much "fun" this was, but she had another term for it. Needless to say, the trip back to Iowa City was quick. And even with the wind directly on the nose, I had one helluva time making an acceptable landing. What a day... Once the plane was in the hangar, we sat and enjoyed the sunny skies. No one driving by could possibly have a clue how treacherous that pretty blue sky was today... -- Jay Honeck Iowa City, IA Pathfinder N56993 www.AlexisParkInn.com "Your Aviation Destination" |
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Those winds arrived here in Wisconsin this morning. Tomorrow, I get to go
practice landing in them! Yippee! |
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"Jay Honeck" wrote in message
news:x4Q3c.2179$YG.23444@attbi_s01... No, this is not a story about Viagra's side effects... ;-) Amazingly, today dawned clear and sunny -- against all predictions. Thus, once the kids were at school, it was time for us to head to our favorite "$100 Breakfast" in Muscatine, IA. Conditions seemed perfect, but I knew some weather was predicted to move in later. Snip Nail Biter... Once the plane was in the hangar, we sat and enjoyed the sunny skies. No one driving by could possibly have a clue how treacherous that pretty blue sky was today... -- Jay Honeck Iowa City, IA Pathfinder N56993 www.AlexisParkInn.com "Your Aviation Destination" Jay, I hope I turn out to be as smart and judicious a pilot as you've proven yourself to be wtih this situation. Thanks for writing it up. Regards, Jay Beckman Student Pilot - KCHD 4.5 Hrs ... Nowhere to go but up! |
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![]() "Jay Honeck" wrote in message news:x4Q3c.2179$YG.23444@attbi_s01... No, this is not a story about Viagra's side effects... ;-) Amazingly, today dawned clear and sunny -- against all predictions. Thus, once the kids were at school, it was time for us to head to our favorite "$100 Breakfast" in Muscatine, IA. Great writeup! Thanks for posting. In my limited experience, I've found that if you can't get the plane pointed down the runway on final and you're applying full rudder, you can't land the plane on that runway. Or shouldn't at least. I've had this happen only once so far and it was a real eye opener. Up to that point, I had always wondered if I would be able to tell when a crosswind was too much for the plane, since I had never experienced it. I was relieved to find that it's a real no-brainer and doesn't require tons of judgement. -Trent PP-ASEL |
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"Trent Moorehead"
In my limited experience, I've found that if you can't get the plane pointed down the runway on final and you're applying full rudder, you can't land the plane on that runway. Or shouldn't at least. I've had this happen only once so far and it was a real eye opener. Up to that point, I had always wondered if I would be able to tell when a crosswind was too much for the plane, since I had never experienced it. I was relieved to find that it's a real no-brainer and doesn't require tons of judgement. Agreed. After initial training, I've never considered kicking the crab out an acceptable way to land if you can't maintain alignment in a slip. Time to do something else (which Jay did). The one time I ran out of rudder while slipping was Key West. There really aren't any suitable xwind taxi way options or anything else to land on. Turned out that within 10 feet or so of the ground, the wind gradient reduced the xwind enough so that full rudder allowed me to keep it straight. I was ready to abort and return to Miami. But taxiing the 'ol butt dragger was another matter. Good stuff as always Jay! |
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"Jay Honeck" wrote in message news:x4Q3c.2179$YG.23444@attbi_s01...
(Lotsa good stuff snipped) For the first time in I can't remember when, I executed a go-around... Hey, Jay: I've been lurking on this newsgroup so long that I feel like I know you and a bunch of others. Just wanted to make one point. Go arounds are a reflection of the excellent pilot exercising excellent judgement. I had an older instructor many moons ago who told me that every landing where you actually land should be a pleasant surprise. He taught that one should plan every approach with the full expectation of going around...and if, perchance, one finds oneself with one's ducks all in a row over the numbers, well, go ahead and land, and good luck for it. I am not suggesting that I go around all that often, but I think a lot of pilots get in the "I'm gonna get this damn thing on the ground regardless..." mindset, and that leads to problems after they manage that feat. Our airplanes rarely get damaged up there in the sky. Most of the really dangerous bits are associated with the ground. Land when you are well prepared to land. Otherwise go up and take another shot at it. Of course, when I fly my glider, going around is a lot harder! :-) Jim |
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Jay,
Welcome to spring, when they take down the wind socks and put up the log chains and wind shear is a frequently used noun. It's also a good time to point out that it's perfectly legal to land on a taxiway, and sometimes a good idea when it's pointed into the wind and the runway isn't. Just a thought: there's no reason to fly a "stabilized" approach in a piston engine airplane, that is a jet concept developed for the slow power response of the early jets. It should not be applied rigidly to piston pounders as it's rarely wise to fly a constant airspeed throughout the approach (you'll die of old age first g). There's a good article on it in the Feb or March issue of IFR magazine. Hope all is well. Warmest regards, Rick "Jay Honeck" wrote in message news:x4Q3c.2179$YG.23444@attbi_s01... No, this is not a story about Viagra's side effects... ;-) Amazingly, today dawned clear and sunny -- against all predictions. Thus, once the kids were at school, it was time for us to head to our favorite "$100 Breakfast" in Muscatine, IA. Conditions seemed perfect, but I knew some weather was predicted to move in later. Thus, a call to flight service was in order, even though Muscatine was just 20 minutes away. (It's always a good idea to check on GW's location during this election season, too...) To my surprise, Ft Dodge Flight Service was calling the surface winds at 15, gusts to 20, from 180. We had just walked our daughter to school, and the winds were light -- but obviously there was a big low pressure center moving in from the north, causing an increasing southerly flow. Still, the winds were right down the runway in Iowa City, and 60 degrees off of runway 24 in Muscatine. So, I figure it would be a piece of cake... We departed normally, lightly loaded with just the two of us and climbing out at better than 1400 feet per minute. Immediately we were buffeted by moderate turbulence, but nothing we hadn't felt a hundred times before. In a few minutes we were enjoying the smooth ride at 3000 feet. As we proceeded southeasterly, we noticed our flight path across the ground was quite different from the direction we were facing. The crab angle was severe, and incredibly our ground speed during the climb out was just 54 knots! Even after we leveled off we were seeing just 95 knots -- a quartering headwind at 45+ knots! Still, the ride above the haze layer was smooth, and we weren't going far. As we enjoyed the ride I tuned in Muscatine's AWOS. "...wind 180 at 19, gusts to 27..." Uh-oh. This could be more interesting than I anticipated. Coming from the north we'd have to cross over the field to enter the downwind for 24, and the wind would be pushing us in toward the runway at a good clip. Thus, I set up to cross over just southwest of the field, and entered a much wider than normal downwind. I started to get an inkling of what was in store when I had to maintain a 45 degree crab angle in order to fly a parallel downwind. After we descended to pattern altitude the turbulence had returned with a vengeance, including some rare "triples" -- the kind of air that bumps you up and down three times in rapid succession, almost as if you were hitting multiple railroad tracks in a car at high speed. Mary had grown strangely quiet, and was rocking from side to side in sync with the wings rocking, in a vain effort to maintain her upright balance. I was so busy trying to keep from being blown back over the airport on downwind that I hadn't noticed the violent rocking until I saw her motions out of the corner of my eye. This *was* going to be interesting. Turning onto base, it seemed like the plane didn't want to turn or descend. I'd get Atlas set up for a 90 knot descent, only to be tossed up and see my air speed erode to 75. Then, after correcting a moment later we'd be instantly at 100. A stabilized approach was simply out of the question. Turning onto final was like turning a boat. With the wind trying to push me past the runway, the instinct was to steepen the bank angle -- but a thousand landings had taught me not to over-do that! Thus, my turn to final was an exercise in will, banking, over-banking, correcting, banking, over-banking, correcting. Instead of the usual graceful, sweeping turn onto final, it was a series of 20 little banks, all connected together by my furrowed brow. I was really working now. Sliding down on final, keeping my airspeed at 100 knots, sort of, I realized that I was having to hold an impossible left crab angle to maintain runway alignment. Kicking in right rudder, and opposite aileron helped, but soon the runway was drifting to the left in the windshield again. More aileron, more right rudder, more crab... Now I was *really* working. Curtly I commanded Mary to turn the cabin heat down. It was already off. Soon I had full rudder deflection, full opposite aileron, AND a 45 degree crab. At last the runway was remaining steadfastly in front of me -- but I realized that if I were to touchdown in that crab, my A&P would be making yet another upgrade to his 42 foot yacht... Worse, since I was already at full deflection on the rudder AND aileron, there was nothing left with which to kick out! In a flash a greasy breakfast served by an ugly waitress didn't seem like a valid reason to fly anymore. Applying full power and releasing my aileron and rudder, I was astounded to see the runway literally *fly* away from us -- sideways! For the first time in I can't remember when, I executed a go-around... Once safely at altitude and out of the bumps, I realized my hands were hurting. I slowly pried them off of the yoke, marveling at how different this trip -- taken so many times before -- could suddenly change for the worse. I remarked to Mary how much "fun" this was, but she had another term for it. Needless to say, the trip back to Iowa City was quick. And even with the wind directly on the nose, I had one helluva time making an acceptable landing. What a day... Once the plane was in the hangar, we sat and enjoyed the sunny skies. No one driving by could possibly have a clue how treacherous that pretty blue sky was today... |
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