The perfect approach

On Sun, 28 Nov 2004 13:33:12 -0800, "RST Engineering"
wrote:

"Morgans" wrote in message
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"Blueskies" wrote in message

What kind of plane?

Com'on now, Blueskies, if you are going to top post, at least do some
trimming!

You oughta know by now that nobody in this whole $%^%$#$% newsgroup has ever
HEARD the word "trim", much less know how to use it.

Hay-El, some of us don't even have trim on our *airplanes*, 'cept the bent-up
Bud can tacked onto the tail feathers.... :-)

Ron "Not very trim" Wanttaja

"Ron Wanttaja" wrote in message
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Hay-El, some of us don't even have trim on our *airplanes*, 'cept the
bent-up
Bud can tacked onto the tail feathers.... :-)

Ron "Not very trim" Wanttaja

Some of us are so un-trim we get stuck in our cockpits and have to call a
cherry picker to lift us out.

Rich "Among the least-trim" S.

From: "RST Engineering"
Date: 11/28/2004 15:33 Central Standard Time
Message-id:

Yousnipit.


Jim

Ya mean like that?

Dan, U.S. Air Force, retired

"Blueskies" wrote in message What kind of plane?

MD-83

D.

"Blueskies" wrote in message What kind of plane?

MD-83

D.
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Petulent Pampered Puss.


BB

"Barnyard BOb -" wrote in message Petulent Pampered Puss.

Yeah, I could have made more doing cropdusting, but cropdusting is too
boring.

D.

"Capt.Doug" wrote in message
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(snip)
I bled off the extra airspeed and more in the flare. The touchdown was
sweet. There was just a hint of a bunny-hop before the ground-spoilers
popped, but the runway is so bumpy that the passengers probably didn't
notice. Without moving the throttles from idle, I popped the reversers and
let it roll to the end of the runway. We rolled onto the taxiway without
using the brakes. It was a perfect idle-thrust approach from
top-of-descent
to the gate.

I spent the rest of the day sitting with my crew at a bar on the beach
enjoying the little things in life. Over the bar was a television. The
folks
on the television were surrounded by snow. I bet their day wasn't near as
perfect as mine.

D.

No problem. We do it all the time in sailplanes. Flying out of Truckee,
California we will typically start our final glide home from 60+ miles out
and 17,900 msl and cross rocks, trees, and Lake Tahoe, then some more rocks
and trees (no landing options at all in the last 20+ miles) and arrive at
pattern altitude, 7,000 msl. No throttles to bump forward if we guess
wrong, either. ;-)
-Bob

No problem. We do it all the time in sailplanes. Flying out of Truckee,
California we will typically start our final glide home from 60+ miles out
and 17,900 msl and cross rocks, trees, and Lake Tahoe, then some more rocks
and trees (no landing options at all in the last 20+ miles) and arrive at
pattern altitude, 7,000 msl. No throttles to bump forward if we guess
wrong, either. ;-)

Damme, good all over you! Perhaps not so interesting as a two-hour (utterly
safe and illegal) IFR flight in a Cessna 140 w/exactly one needle and one ball
-- or being arrested by an Arizona highway patrolman in Arizona (long story)
while flying that same Cessna, but close enough.

Your glider stuff requires skill and judgement. The Cessna stuff only requires
a certain disrepect for dumb laws.

Quent

"QDurham" wrote in message
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(snip)
Damme, good all over you! Perhaps not so interesting as a two-hour
(utterly
safe and illegal) IFR flight in a Cessna 140 w/exactly one needle and one
ball
-- or being arrested by an Arizona highway patrolman in Arizona (long
story)
while flying that same Cessna, but close enough.

Your glider stuff requires skill and judgement. The Cessna stuff only
requires
a certain disrepect for dumb laws.

Quent

I used to fly a Cessna 140, and I understand perfectly. It sort of brings
it out in a person, doesn't it?
-Bob

I used to fly a Cessna 140, and I understand perfectly. It sort of brings it
out in a person, doesn't it?

Oh indeed! Heading north out of Amarillo(?), full moon, Christmas eve,
admiring the L-shaped warm cabin when suddenly the cabin lights up to the point
where could read a newspaper. OK -- good news bad news:
1. Gee! Isn't that beautiful!
2. ****! What's on fire?
3. Geeze! We are flying north and have just crossed over the east-west snow
line.
4. Ahh! Isn't that nice!
5. Jeeze! Have they scraped the snow of the runway at the airport to which we
are hopefully pointed?
6. What's the goddam frequency?
7. Aha!
8. Blah tower, cessna blah blah...
9. "Cessna blah blah, runway blah is OK. Cleared for straight in. Report long
final."
10. "Cessna Blah blah "OK".
11. By golly no snow on runway.
12. By golly snow about 8 inches deep on taxiway. Hmmm. Axles only about 7
inches above runway.
Made it OK. Airport manager (smelling distibctly of Christmas cheer) arrived,
assessed the situation, told us we'd have to get into a (1940 era) hangar as
they had inadvertantly removed all the tie-down ropes in the process of snow
removal. "Costs $5 a night" "Well.... We'll go for it." He pushes the
3-story high antique hangar doors open with his Ford's front bumper, drives us
to nearest motel and debates with owner who is going to drive us to nearest
restaurant. Airport manager wins, but suggests he wait while my wife changes
out of slacks into a dress. "More proper, you know."

Good food, good motel. Good God, THAT'S flying!

Quent