Ways for students to kill you ?
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What about training a hovering auto, on the count of three, I close throttle, guy pulls collective full up. We shot up to about 15-20 feet, losing RPM very quickly. (It wasn't his first by the way)
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Flingingwings, you're such a beeatch!! he he
So the 'gifted flyer' from down south was PIC when the engine went bang then?
OOPS!! How many incidents have they had recently. Must add up to a whole load of damage by now.£££££?? Insurance costs must go up in relation to the amount of engines you overspeed/overtorque. Or does it just affect everyone elses premiums?
OUCH.
Nr Fairy,
Doesn't matter who your student is, always be ready to take control at any time especially in an R22.
You'll have them freeze on controls on finals or the end of an auto. You'll have them put a full load of left/right pedal as they just adjust to get 'comfortable' in their seat.
They'll close the throttle on you mid turn.
etc, etc, etc.
No doubt your instructor will be able to tell you many stories.
OOPS!! How many incidents have they had recently. Must add up to a whole load of damage by now.£££££?? Insurance costs must go up in relation to the amount of engines you overspeed/overtorque. Or does it just affect everyone elses premiums?
OUCH.
Nr Fairy,
Doesn't matter who your student is, always be ready to take control at any time especially in an R22.
You'll have them freeze on controls on finals or the end of an auto. You'll have them put a full load of left/right pedal as they just adjust to get 'comfortable' in their seat.
They'll close the throttle on you mid turn.
etc, etc, etc.
No doubt your instructor will be able to tell you many stories.
Way back in my mis-spent youth....about the time I discovered beer, airplanes, and girls....I fancied myself a rider of horses....young unridden horses. Teaching helicopter flying is exactly like that in a lot of ways.
I seems to recall one horse in particular who was even more hard headed than most. Every time I showed up at the corral with a view towards convincing him it was his role in life to be a beast of burden things got interesting.
Upon laying eyes on me he would lay his ears back....start trembling and shaking his hide like ants were eating him...and snort and blow....paw the dirt. Not a good sign. Over a period of months, usually broken by a week of my hobbling around trying to get back to walking upright....we finally came to an understanding. I finally rode him out to the point he seemed to accept the inevitable.
Life was good.
On a trail ride, nice fall afternoon, in the middle of the forest at the furtherest end of the ride from the barn, while standing still looking at some deer crossing the trail, without any warning what so ever....not even a twitched ear or trimble of a flank....instant Rodeo! I mean lots of dust, bellowing, bucking, jumping, twisting, cutting donuts the entire slate of tricks and with emotion too! I probably made the eight second bell but wound up tossed square into the thistle patch with vigor. When I realized I was not dead, I sat up to see that rascal slowly walking for the barn. Knowing the effects of a hide full of thistle barbs....I did not lie there and conjer about what had got into that horse. I had no earthly idea what went through his mind to provoke such a bucking bronco act. Maybe he had a flashback to another life or something where he thought he was a part of Buffalo Bill's Traveling Wildwest Show.
Student pilots and pilots under training must be horses in a new life.
I seems to recall one horse in particular who was even more hard headed than most. Every time I showed up at the corral with a view towards convincing him it was his role in life to be a beast of burden things got interesting.
Upon laying eyes on me he would lay his ears back....start trembling and shaking his hide like ants were eating him...and snort and blow....paw the dirt. Not a good sign. Over a period of months, usually broken by a week of my hobbling around trying to get back to walking upright....we finally came to an understanding. I finally rode him out to the point he seemed to accept the inevitable.
Life was good.
On a trail ride, nice fall afternoon, in the middle of the forest at the furtherest end of the ride from the barn, while standing still looking at some deer crossing the trail, without any warning what so ever....not even a twitched ear or trimble of a flank....instant Rodeo! I mean lots of dust, bellowing, bucking, jumping, twisting, cutting donuts the entire slate of tricks and with emotion too! I probably made the eight second bell but wound up tossed square into the thistle patch with vigor. When I realized I was not dead, I sat up to see that rascal slowly walking for the barn. Knowing the effects of a hide full of thistle barbs....I did not lie there and conjer about what had got into that horse. I had no earthly idea what went through his mind to provoke such a bucking bronco act. Maybe he had a flashback to another life or something where he thought he was a part of Buffalo Bill's Traveling Wildwest Show.
Student pilots and pilots under training must be horses in a new life.
Hovering AND talking
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Student pilots and pilots under training must be horses in a new life.
Cheers
Whirls
Ah Fair Whirls,
I would never call you "old" ol' Girl! I would not wish to pass on with the clanging of a banjo being destroyed on my head as the last thing I heard in this life.
I would never call you "old" ol' Girl! I would not wish to pass on with the clanging of a banjo being destroyed on my head as the last thing I heard in this life.
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I tried to think back to my training 25+ years ago to recall if I had done anything to give my CFI brown stains in his shorts. I was fortunate that my training was very uneventful when I had the CFI onboard.
During my solo time I lost the engine in the Bell 47G2 I was flying. I was at 500' in the pattern of a very rural airport, flying into a 10 knot wind, no wires, lots of open area. There wasn’t much my CFI could do but watch. Up to that point, I had just done power recovery autos. My first full touchdown auto was a non-event. Not a scratch on the A/C. Looks like the power recovery autos work. Gotta love the Bell 47. Everything happened really fast. I smelled oil burning, there was a severe engine vibration then it got really quiet. I made a slight 5 degree turn to the landing are I liked best, flared, pulled pitch & was down just like that. I just sat there for a few seconds listening to the blades wind down while I shut the mags, alt & battery off. (Bell 47's are so simple). The only grip my CFI had was that I didn’t land closer to the ramp to make it easier to load & trailer the A/C.
While I wasn’t the ace of the base by a long shot, I tried really hard to not do anything really stupid. I ran into my old instructor a few years ago & he greeted me warmly so I must have not scared him too severely.
Not long after I got my license I went to a school closer to my home to get a check out in a Hughes 300. Before my first lesson they wanted $2000 up front to get the block rate & more money on top of that for insurance for when I was passed my checkout. I seem to remember they wanted me to do 5 hours in their A/C for "insurance" before clearing me to rent their A/C. I was a bit suspicious about all the money they wanted up front so I just paid the higher hourly rate without giving then the $$$ they wanted up front. My CFI was newly minted CFI was French. I could not understand him half the time.
The first flight we just go fly around the general area, no pattern work. I wasn’t exactly a high time pilot at the time but I did have my license & just over 100 hours PIC working toward my commercial rating. Even though the 300 were a bit different than the Bell 47 I had no problem with the actual flying of the 300.
My next lesson I get paired up with "Frenchie" again. He tells me to go out & preflight while he chats on the phone with his babe. I finish the preflight & wait by the A/C not desiring the long walk back to the hangar. Frenchie shows up after about an hour & tells me to follow him back to the hangar. Frenchie takes me to the classroom & give me a chalk talk on how to fly the pattern. I'd flown in & out of this airport numerous times. After the big 5 min chalk talk, we go fly.
After the flight the guy tries to bill me for 1.2 hours ground instruction (while he was talking to his chick) in addition to the flight time. I said no freaking way. He tried to tag team me with the chief pilot but I stood my ground & pain him .1 ground, which was more then generous. When I told the chief pilot my side of the story & he still sided with his crooked CFI I know my relationship with that company was over.
I learned several things. When the company owner has an entire wall that is a shrine to him & they want a ton of money up front, it's a good idea to go elsewhere.
Anyway, that’s my bad CFI & flight school story. Hope it wan't too off topic.
During my solo time I lost the engine in the Bell 47G2 I was flying. I was at 500' in the pattern of a very rural airport, flying into a 10 knot wind, no wires, lots of open area. There wasn’t much my CFI could do but watch. Up to that point, I had just done power recovery autos. My first full touchdown auto was a non-event. Not a scratch on the A/C. Looks like the power recovery autos work. Gotta love the Bell 47. Everything happened really fast. I smelled oil burning, there was a severe engine vibration then it got really quiet. I made a slight 5 degree turn to the landing are I liked best, flared, pulled pitch & was down just like that. I just sat there for a few seconds listening to the blades wind down while I shut the mags, alt & battery off. (Bell 47's are so simple). The only grip my CFI had was that I didn’t land closer to the ramp to make it easier to load & trailer the A/C.
While I wasn’t the ace of the base by a long shot, I tried really hard to not do anything really stupid. I ran into my old instructor a few years ago & he greeted me warmly so I must have not scared him too severely.
Not long after I got my license I went to a school closer to my home to get a check out in a Hughes 300. Before my first lesson they wanted $2000 up front to get the block rate & more money on top of that for insurance for when I was passed my checkout. I seem to remember they wanted me to do 5 hours in their A/C for "insurance" before clearing me to rent their A/C. I was a bit suspicious about all the money they wanted up front so I just paid the higher hourly rate without giving then the $$$ they wanted up front. My CFI was newly minted CFI was French. I could not understand him half the time.
The first flight we just go fly around the general area, no pattern work. I wasn’t exactly a high time pilot at the time but I did have my license & just over 100 hours PIC working toward my commercial rating. Even though the 300 were a bit different than the Bell 47 I had no problem with the actual flying of the 300.
My next lesson I get paired up with "Frenchie" again. He tells me to go out & preflight while he chats on the phone with his babe. I finish the preflight & wait by the A/C not desiring the long walk back to the hangar. Frenchie shows up after about an hour & tells me to follow him back to the hangar. Frenchie takes me to the classroom & give me a chalk talk on how to fly the pattern. I'd flown in & out of this airport numerous times. After the big 5 min chalk talk, we go fly.
After the flight the guy tries to bill me for 1.2 hours ground instruction (while he was talking to his chick) in addition to the flight time. I said no freaking way. He tried to tag team me with the chief pilot but I stood my ground & pain him .1 ground, which was more then generous. When I told the chief pilot my side of the story & he still sided with his crooked CFI I know my relationship with that company was over.
I learned several things. When the company owner has an entire wall that is a shrine to him & they want a ton of money up front, it's a good idea to go elsewhere.
Anyway, that’s my bad CFI & flight school story. Hope it wan't too off topic.
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Originally Posted by SASless
Way back in my mis-spent youth....about the time I discovered beer, airplanes, and girls....I fancied myself a rider of horses....young unridden horses. - Life was good.
Apologies to those under fire.
TET
And one was there, a sassy stripling on a small and flighty beast,
She was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of English pony—three parts thoroughbred at least—
And such as are by mountain drivers prized.
She was a whirlwind of desire—would never need a gig.
There was courage in her quick impatient tread;
A challenge of gameness and a lovely, long lithe leg,
On this mare this sassy boy, would need to keep his head.
Hovering AND talking
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I don't know whether to slap you or buy you a beer!
Cheers
Whirly "Built like a Shetland Pony" gig!
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Teaching in a B47, started the lesson off introducing hovering Auto's, went ok, moved the lesson onto full down auto's, going over what we had covered earlier. Again, lesson going well, after 30 mins of these, just said, OK lets do another full down and go back... pretty simple I thought. With that the student then snaps the throttle shut, and down we come! I was like Roy Rogers on the draw! I couldn't believe it! woke me up I should say!
Darren
Darren
