Yesterday I realized I hadn’t flown in a week, and that today would be a good day for flying, so I went online and booked Allison since Unal was not available.
We did a ground briefing so I could learn the math and stuff behind range and endurance, as well as how to use the POH (Pilot’s Operating Handbook) to help plan a flight. After that, we went up to actually fly those numbers…
Speaking of handbooks and manuals… I remember that my siblings liked a book (I never learned to read) about paratroopers during the Big One (that would WWII for people who now speak of the 20th as the “last century”!?) and anyway, in that book is a song that I thought was pretty descriptive and instructional. If I can find it I will post it. It might com in handy if the gages upon which your eyes are glued tell you one day that YOU’RE GOING DOWN! (I’m just jealous, I’d like to fly, but when I enlisted, they told me with my eyesight I could either peel potatoes with a dull knife or sweep the hangars after hours. I said the heck with that and went into surgery.)