Flying with strangers
Back in the days of doing GA Avionics I rode with a lot of strangers, or rather people that I only knew as customers. Often times doing business with them meant riding with them for one reason or another and it always amazed me who was allowed to fly and apparently passed fight reviews. Notable flights included:
1. A plumbing contractor who was a giant of a man wearing the entire cowboy getup down to Hoss's hat from the old TV show Bonanza. This guy was behind his airplane from the time we were putting on our seat belts. He had enormous feet and they had cowboy boots on them that were so long they kept hanging up on wires and the like under the panel. Seriously! After landing I was actually greatful for getting thru it.
2. Another was with a guy that started apologizing for not being a good pilot as we were rolling onto the runway for takeoff. He said that he hardly ever flew and that he knew it was about time for him to hang it up. He went on about his landings, his memory, disorientation, etc. All of this while I'm in the back seat of all things. While flying with him I learned that he was right, he sucked as a pilot and that was another time that being on the ground was a good thing.
3. Flying with a Reno Race Pilot to test a 172 autopilot, (I know they don't seem to go together, but he needed this plane fixed) he found out that I was taking lessons. He did hammerheads, and spins in the 172 with me right there next to him with my eyes locked onto the placard stating "Not approved for spins." After several of these he told me that since my instructor wouldn't be teaching me spin recovery he was going to. I did two and still couldn't get my eyes off the placard. He then went up to about
5,000' or so and pulled the prop to idle and then pulled the mixture. After trimming for best glide he purposely held the nose up to slow us down until the prop stopped. Then nose over for best glide again. He then said to fly the plane and see that it doesn't know that it has an engine up there so I did. We lazily glided and decended when he told me that he never wanted to hear of me losing an engine and panicking because the plane will fly just fine. So he pushed the mixture forward and bumped the starter and the engine caught and with throttle he climbed up and did it again.
Only this time after stopping the prop he said that if you have enough altitude a dive will get the prop spinning again if for some reason the starter won't work. He gave homebuilts without starters as an example of why knowing this is important which he said he flew all the time. So with a dead engine and a stopped prop he told me the approx. speed that a 172 will have the prop start spinning again and forward went the yoke. A 172 in a near vertical dive is not much faster than a 172 in level flight if any of you are wondering, and it took a long time in this plane to hit the 140mph or whatever it was to start the prop spinning. With the mixture rich it fired and we were climbing again a short time later. The crazy thing about this is that after we landed I jumped into a 210 with him and he showed me an autopilot glitch in that also. I thought this guy was way better than my instructor and jumped right back in. Amazing.
4. A ride in a 182 with a very, very old man. Again, another test flight of sorts and as we taxied out he had the seat all the way forward in his 182 and he leaned over the yoke and his chin was about even with the glareshield. Good Lord, was this guy blind or something? I could see him squinting and he was leaned so far forward that he did everything with his right hand by feel. He never checked to see what switch or whatever he was moving. Skipping ahead, he is now smoking a cigerette just holding it in his lips, the plane is getting harder to breathe in and we are turning final. He is even closer to the windshield now with his face and the last mile of this flight has the stall warning horn blaring in the cockpit. Tempting fate and riding with the customers has obviously caught up to me this time and I'm feeling real fear, even terror as we approach the mall on short final. The fence passes under us and we touch down and make the first turnoff. As we taxi in he starts talking with the cigarette flopping up and down in his lips. He asked if that scared me and I said that it did. He laughed without losing the cigarette and told me that he was a retired carrier pilot and that most likely I had just experienced the best landing that I would ever have the priveledge of experiencing.
Whatever, just let me out of this thing.
The list goes on and on. Nowadays, I choose to fly myself!