The rain, snow, sleet, hail, fog, wind, frogs, locusts, and other meteorological plagues, that have beset the Northwest since the New Years Eve arrival of my Sport Cub, abated long enough today for me to take it up for its first local flight. Wooo hooo! It was also my first solo flight in a Sport Cub, and it frankly startled me with how quickly it got off the ground and climbed.
Some of the local mechanics and airport bums were standing around and making the sign of the Cross as I landed, but thanks to Brian's tutelage and instruction back in Yakima, it went very well.
It later occurred to me that in 40 years and 3500 hours of flying, that was my first solo tailwheel landing!
Somewhat less graceful was my technique of hauling the heavy fuel hose up to the filler neck. Brian, we forgot the dual on that part!! I need to work on that.
This airplane shall be fun!
-- jeff
Some of the local mechanics and airport bums were standing around and making the sign of the Cross as I landed, but thanks to Brian's tutelage and instruction back in Yakima, it went very well.
It later occurred to me that in 40 years and 3500 hours of flying, that was my first solo tailwheel landing!
Somewhat less graceful was my technique of hauling the heavy fuel hose up to the filler neck. Brian, we forgot the dual on that part!! I need to work on that.
This airplane shall be fun!
-- jeff
