Precious—And Not So Precious—Memories
Moving is a time of travail and of finding out how much junk you own that you haven’t used in years or even decades. For me, one of those things was a bag that included an old E6-B, a pocket hiking compass (for ferrying old cropdusters with broken compasses), a “den-alt” whiz-wheel bought as a student pilot right after I read something about the horrors of density altitude—and logbooks.
There is a currently-popular country song wherein the young boy who ran off with the daughter of a pistol-toting mean man sings, “I know what I was feeling, but what was I thinking?” Looking through those old logs put me to wondering the same thing–what was I thinking?
Once, as a very low-time pilot, I got lost “just a bit.” I finally found an airport, but when the lineman topped it off he announced to me and a lobby full of people—”Man, you landed with less than a half gallon of fuel in that airplane.” What was I thinking?
As a VFR-only pilot I flew out over the Gulf of Mexico to get around a storm on the coast. Next thing I knew it was raining and I couldn’t see land at all. When I found land it was covered by the storm. I survived but landed almost in tears. What was I thinking?
I once flew two passengers to an airshow in the first new T-Tail Lance in Alabama. After the show I was gonna put on a show. I left the flaps off on the takeoff roll, planning to pull on flaps at the same time I rotated. That was a dang fool bit of hot doggery if there ever was one.
At rotation speed I honked back on the wheel and reached for the flaps but—for some reason that I will never figure out if I live to be a 100—I put up the gear instead of lowering the flaps! Time moved in slow motion as I struggled to keep that airplane flying. The stall warning blared, trees approached, and the thing finally, reluctantly, flew. The innocent passengers thought it was a great takeoff. What in the world was I thinking?
They say God takes care of fools and drunks. That applies to young, low-time pilots, too, and I’ve proved it.
What was I thinking?
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Jim–
Hey, I got a bunch of stories about losing money! Are those stories popular? Did I ever tell you about my Enron stock?
Ralph Hood
Ralph, Here in AZ, George Mace told the best stories. In his stories, no one got hurt and George always lost money! The best kind! Jim
Sir Ralfus - I dunno, “I’ll play your silly game” re that - What wuz I thinking” - you must’a been thimking about the same as I was, mostly !
best, randy
Bob (that’s E. W’s Real name)
The real reasons is because you–like most sane people–would never tell stories like that on yourself!
You reckon I oughta tell ‘em about that time you and I were landing on 18 left at HSV and we noticed another airplane taking off on 36 right? Nah, I’d better not tell that.
Thanks for writing.
Ralph Hood
Ralph,As usual your stories beat mine.
Clyde–
Shhhh!
Ralph Hood
And for all your readers, you left out the really wild stuff!
Clyde