The memories flood back...
I remember that day well.
7/9/80 dawned clear and almost windless. I went over last-minute details with my instructor, Jerry. The last training flight had included 9(!) loss-of-power exercises; 2 being within a foot of landing (1 farm field, 1 beach). He went over my log book and realized that although I had exactly 20 hours of solo, I was shy .6 hrs of dual. So, I fired up the PA38-112 and taxied with Jerry, verrrry slowly to runway 32 at E16 (nee Q99).
We sat in the run-up area until the Hobbs clicked over the last .6, he signed my logbook, and told me he had all confidence in my flying. Practiced short field T/O on departure and headed to
SRU where I had practiced short field T/O & landings many times.
Coming into SRU on runway 31 always rated about an 8.9 on the sphincter scale as you came in right over powerlines and had to "plop" it down to get stopped in the 2,520' that comprised the amount that was available before going off a cliff. Made a good landing.
I picked up the examiner and we went over all the paperwork, questions and then headed to the aircraft. I remember taking at least 25 minutes in the pre-flight. I took off on runway 31 and set up for Vy of 53kts with 1 notch of flaps. Accelerated to 61 kts and held that as I watched the mountain looming in the windscreen.
I had always hated
T/O's from runway 31 at SRU. You fly into rapidly-rising terrain in a box canyon. On a warm day, with 2 adults on board, it was close. We cleared the mountain with 50' to spare. Accelerated to 70kts and eased the flaps up. The examiner put the hood on me and started calling headings and altitudes and speeds.
We flew along for about 25 mintues, the examiner handling the radio. He pulled the hood off at the same time as he pulled my engine. (Trim to 70KIAS, Switch tanks, Mixture - full rich, Carb heat - On, Primer - locked, Mag check - L/R/Both). Nothing seemed to help, so he told me to find a place to land. I looked out the window and saw
Fremont Airport directly below.
I made a turn over the field, called for a midfield entry for downwind for runway 31. I kept it high 'n' tight on downwind, cut a close base and turned onto final. Full right rudder and full left aileron and dropped like a rock. Just before the end of the runway, I dropped flaps, centered the aircraft and chirped on the numbers. The FAA examiner just said, "I'm impressed."
A leisurely flight back to SRU with a perfect landing on runway 31. We walked in, he signed my logbook, shook my hand and told me, "(I) now have a license to learn how to fly."
I remember flying back to Q99 with a smile that wouldn't quit.