But I suppose a bad day flying is better than a good day working. Went to field Sunday, and man was it cold. But there were only three of us there, and my instructor turned me loose. SOLO! Whoo hoo. Plane was flying good, but I wasn't. You know you're having a bad day when you have people diving behind the jersey barricades. My problem was that I was turning too sharply onto final, and winding up with the a/c flying right twoards me. I would then make major corrections on final, and, well, see above. I did manage to break two nylon! props, but that might have been because it was only about 22 degrees that AM. I managed to bounce into the ground, break the prop, stall the engine, and wind up about five feet in the air, nose high, low speed, and no engine, but got the nose down and flew behind! me and miss the impound tree and land it in the grass. On its back, but in one piece. Well, two if you count the prop blade lying on the runway. Luckless plane didn't taxi back to the pits once. What's a real bite is the last time I was out there, I was greasing it in like I was a natural. Ah well, there's always next Sunday!

Andy
Scared Avistar