justplainold
Posts: 5
Joined: 6/28/2005 From: Manchester,
OH, USA Status: offline
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A newbie i was helping along had been doing very well, I was more like the observer rather than instructor, it wasn't going to be long before he was on his own. So, here we are at the old Long Bay Modelers field in Myrtle Beach (early 90s, just after the gulf war part 1) and if you flew there you know about the sewage plant on the inland side of the active... you can see where the story of this day was heading :-) ok, newbie shows up, unpacks and sets up its all looking good and i'm thinking he could get his solo today. About 5 minutes into the flight he wants to do some touch 'n go's, sounds good the wind is calm, he sets up for some left hand pattern work, right over the sewage plant of the end of the active normally this is not a bad thing but today was a maintenance day for the grease separator at the plant and parked atop the berm, dead center of the runway, sits a large metal dumpster. "No problem just come in a little higher" i said, newbie says "ok". Here he comes, wings level nice long final maybe -150 fpm, its looking great. Then just as his approach angle steepened, his ears stopped working "a little throttle, raise the nose" nothing.... 1... 2... 3... "more throttle, raise the nose"... 1... 2... 3.... "left on the stick, throttle, raise the NOSE" It was fairly quiet that morning, the sound a 40 size Avistar makes while impacting a grease filled steel dumpster is surprisingly loud. Shocked for a moment, newbie turns around and says "i thought i could make it, i didn't listen to you" He did get his solo not long after, on the same plane. JB whereever you are, thanks for the memory
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