Flight School: Day 20
Boo-urns. I had a ground session and flight with the owner of the flight school to make sure I was ready for the checkride. It didn't go too well.
I'll be honest; I hate finding out what the weather is like. I hate trying to read METAR's, TAF's, FA's, and those awful black and white maps that tell you not a dang thing. I especially hate calling someone for weather information, but that's only because I already hate talking on the phone, let alone to strangers, let alone to be berated for not knowing what plane I'll be flying or the course I'm going yet. And of course, weather in general irritates me.
I also hate the pressure of making a perfect landing, because every time I'm pressured it doesn't come out right. From what I can tell my landing failures (by "failures" I mean "bounce a little which would fail me on the exam but not kill, maim, or hurt anyone" of course, don't worry) I need to slow the heck down on the approach and not be afraid to enter clean stall speeds (above dirty stall speeds, which is the landing configuration). I keep touching down around 55 knots instead of 40, and then I have to put on super brakes to slow down enough. Sure, I could ride the runway out here, but on a short field I'd need to stop eventually.
Maybe I'm just upset because the owner really perturbs me. Let me go into further description of this guy. I've already mentioned he looks like a mix between Mike Lumberg from Office Space (and that's how I felt after the flight, Office Spaced) and William Defoe. Now, add to that the people from San Francisco from the Hybrid Car episode of South Park, you know, that are so full of themselves they talk with their eyes closed and like the smell of their own flatulence. Now, I'm not sure if this guy smells his own farts, but he does talk with his eyes closed.
I'm still waiting on the verdict for tomorrow. Send me some good luck e-charms.
I'll be honest; I hate finding out what the weather is like. I hate trying to read METAR's, TAF's, FA's, and those awful black and white maps that tell you not a dang thing. I especially hate calling someone for weather information, but that's only because I already hate talking on the phone, let alone to strangers, let alone to be berated for not knowing what plane I'll be flying or the course I'm going yet. And of course, weather in general irritates me.
I also hate the pressure of making a perfect landing, because every time I'm pressured it doesn't come out right. From what I can tell my landing failures (by "failures" I mean "bounce a little which would fail me on the exam but not kill, maim, or hurt anyone" of course, don't worry) I need to slow the heck down on the approach and not be afraid to enter clean stall speeds (above dirty stall speeds, which is the landing configuration). I keep touching down around 55 knots instead of 40, and then I have to put on super brakes to slow down enough. Sure, I could ride the runway out here, but on a short field I'd need to stop eventually.
Maybe I'm just upset because the owner really perturbs me. Let me go into further description of this guy. I've already mentioned he looks like a mix between Mike Lumberg from Office Space (and that's how I felt after the flight, Office Spaced) and William Defoe. Now, add to that the people from San Francisco from the Hybrid Car episode of South Park, you know, that are so full of themselves they talk with their eyes closed and like the smell of their own flatulence. Now, I'm not sure if this guy smells his own farts, but he does talk with his eyes closed.
I'm still waiting on the verdict for tomorrow. Send me some good luck e-charms.
posted by Benacor at 11:40 PM
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