One day the weather seemed banal Sunday, February 17, 2008, a Sunday like any other. A superb weather, no wind. A craving to fly, but no, it was not until Monday. Nothing planned beside family. It is 14:45. Well I'm going to land here instead of dragging.
Coming, Joel, Sophie, then two or three other drivers were present. Finally he suggests I go flying. No problem! We leave the aircraft pre-flight checks, taxiing, takeoff. This time no problem because there was no wind. TDP 1000ft ground. Landing not too badly managed (without good wind is easier). Overshoot, I am embarking on the left by the couple, and I pull it distributed. The second LZ goes well, I avoid making board.
low TDP is chained elevations. The first is on the paved runway. I tend not pushing hard enough but it will come with time. Touch << Tu m'en refait un dernier en couleur sur l'herbe et se sera pour un complet >>.
Landing correct. And voila, a flight over the counter, now we drive the car (which I Coria). But finally I have not finished in time to clear the runway, I hear in the headphones << Bon tu vas avoir quelques kilo en moins, donc ca poussera un peu plus, tu me fais deux TDP sur la piste en herbe >>!? << Sérieux? >> << Oui >>. Gulp. I did not think it would come so quickly. << Je suis à la radio s'il faut >>.
And here I am alone in the F-VL. Bon ba you drive at breakpoint. Once there, place the checklist, until we see "Advertise alignment," There's heart started beating like crazy. When to go, we gotta go. Alignment, power brakes, top brake release. A very light wind from nothing tickles the birout, the plane does not move the axis. 110 km / h rotation, and go. small landing acceleration to nab the 140km / h and pulled. 300ft pump parts, no alarms are continuing. Downwind we're checked, base and final. I say << aller on fait le meme que tout à l'heure >>. A little high, I cut everything, I catch the plane plunged, j'arondie, arf he wants to pose coconut, go go, s it he touches; overshoot, warms, shutters, and is distributed for second round. The following atterro went great.
Back to parking, check, engine off. And then you tell yourself in the head << Tu viens de voler tout seul mec >>. Joel comes to congratulate me. I took a few colors but I was in heaven :-).
That, however, this day seemed trite, but it gave me a very nice surprise. A bientot
