Last week I was scheduled to have a flight, which my CFI quite selflessly cancelled. He knew I only had one or two more flights before my solo, but as he was leaving town to go back home for the holidays, he didn't want me to have another 1 or 2 week gap. It would defeat the purpose of flying to prepare for a solo if there was a delay, as my skills would rust. Which is still what happened, but at least now I'm only two flights from solo instead of three.
Studying for ground school had taken a back seat, as I had all that meteorology to focus on. Plus, some days I would come home from two part time jobs feeling dead tired, and I didn't have the brain cells left to concentrate on a textbook. I'm catching up on the flight theory now, but it's pretty clear it's not where it should be.
I flew with another CFI at my school yesterday, never met the guy before. I didn't schedule a ground lesson before the flight, but that's what ended up happening. I was nervous with this new instructor, as I didn't know his personality and he has a lot of power in his hands for giving me the all-clear to solo. I also choke under pressure, like when I'm asked questions and have to come up with answers. If you gave me a written test I'd probably do fine, as I'd have time to compose what I wanted to say mentally, before writing it down. This isn't the case when you have someone sitting in a chair across from you, and you're trying desperately not to flake out like a dumb blonde, but you're finding that it's happening anyway.. it's like watching your own car crash from up above. Save me save me, but I'm the one driving into the tree...
So I pretty much bombed the oral review. He also had a lot of questions about emergency procedures, which is not a chapter I had recently studied. All the words flew out of my head, I couldn't remember terms I had studied: ground resonance, dynamic rollover, mast bumping, semi-rigid and fully articulated rotor systems. Really, I know what all of these things mean, but for that hour in his office I couldn't remember the words, much less how to describe the concept. It was totally embarrassing, and not a good setup for my flight.
So out we go, and I'm doing the uneventful preflight (thank God for small mercies). Then, after I get the thing started with a jump from the line guy after the battery died, I perform the most dangerous lift off I've ever done. The instructor pointed out that I had the transponder set to the wrong setting, which I attempted to correct *after* raising the collective - big no no. We spun violently around as I tried to regain control. Then I knew the flight wouldn't be much better from the disastrous ground school session.
Then I did it again, later on in the flight! The instructor actually had to take over the controls, as we were about to rollover and hit the ground on our side. I still have no idea what happened. It was like my skid was stuck on the ground, but we were taking off from grass and there was nothing there to keep us down. To make matters worse, we were performing patterns from runway 33, which I hadn't used in months. (You take off into the wind, and on this particular day it was coming from the north instead of the usual south.) I fretted and fumbled my way through the whole flight.
There are two saving graces here. One, even though I was completely distracted by my perception of my own incompetence at the time, looking back I do feel pretty accomplished that I didn't need help flying. I did the hovers, I did the clearing turns, I did the patterns, I did the autorotations (until after the flare, which is still a problem for me). I was acting as Pilot In Command, like I had a passenger along for the ride. The instructor actually had his feet off the pedals and hands off the controls for most of the flight. If nothing else, I went from not being able to handle one control at a time to flying the whole thing in 14 hours. Which, despite it all, I'm pretty damn proud of. Later, the instructor conceded that I was "right where you're supposed to be" before a solo flight. If I can get my game together enough to answer direct questions under pressure, then I'll have the full package. Hopefully that will come with time.
I titled this post "almost scared off" because that's what it feels like to come home from a bad flight. It's interesting, on good days you think it's a piece of cake and you can't imagine ever having troubles in the future. On the bad days, you wonder why you even bother. When I got home I had to remind myself of all the somewhat successful flights I've had since September, as I felt so completely incompetent I almost wanted to walk away from the whole thing. Of course I know better, and I realize that this first rating is the hardest one of all five I'll need to be marketable. The learning curve is highest when you don't have previous experience. When you're starting from scratch you don't know what you're capable of, or what requirements you'll have to meet to accomplish the goal of earning a rating. It's a big head game. I'm definitely in one now!
