My First Adventures With IFR In The Airplane

or

How I Tried To Be A Good Student But Got Struck By Lightning Anyway

30 June 1992

Well, it's been interesting week out at the ole Raleigh East Flying Academy. My first adventure in the airplane with IFR training was on Tuesday:

     W17 direct WENDI V45 WAYNE direct ISO direct BELGA direct W17,
with the NDB approach at Goldsboro, the VOR approach at Kinston, and the ILS approach at Rocky Mount/Wilson. It was all very new and pretty much on the overwhelming side. The trip down to Goldsboro, and the app went fairly well. Upon reaching minimum decent altitude (MDA) and still about 1 mile from the runway, my flight instructor (M.R.) says "look", and I tilted my head back to look outside and lo and behold... there was an airport right in front of me. It was the first thing I'd seen outside since leaving Raleigh-East. Very satisfying. Well, then it was missed approach (MAP) time which usually would have taken us back to WAYNE. The ATC dude, however, told us to proceed to Kinston. Keeping up with ATC, M.R., navigation, and desperately trying not to stall the aircraft was really starting to take its toll about this time. The approach at Kinston went pretty much ok, except I misunderstood Kinston tower when they asked me to report Kinston inbound. I thought they said report procedure turn inbound so as soon as I was pointed at the airport I babbled, "5306E inbound." Well the tower didn't believe me and asked me to verify I was over the VOR. Oops. Not a good way to stay on the good side of ATC. After the MAP, (another ATC assigned and unpublished MAP), Seymour Johnson said to proceed direct Rocky Mount/Wilson. So I looked on my nav. log, saw the number 230, and proceeded on a heading of 230. I'll pause a moment while all you aviation fans consider the implications of heading 230 to get from Kinston to Rocky Mount/Wilson................. Oh, yea. After a few minutes, Seymour politely asked me if we were on course to Rocky Mount/Wilson. "Oh, sure, sure, sure..", I said. The fatigue was really setting in now. M.R. just sat there like a bump on a log. Eventually, I figured out that something was wrong, and M.R. had me peek out from under the hood. We were just about on top of Seymour Johnson Air Force Base. Well, M.R. asked me if I'd had enough for one day, but I said of course not. So off we went to Rocky Mount/Wilson (heading 360 now) for ILS fun. The approach was fairly adventurous there, with us on the ILS to runway 22 and some ole jet feller on extended base to rwy 4. We got to minimums, the hood came off, and we joined downwind about the time the jet was calling 2 mile base. We finally spotted him in time to avoid disaster, and ended up doing a very messy touch and go. M.R. canceled IFR (instrument flight rules flightplan), the hood went back on, and M.R. played ATC all the way back to Raleigh-East, including a simulated radar approach. The landing got out of control, and we did a go around. I was pretty much destroyed after all that, and we all decided that the cross country to Newport News the coming Sunday was just a bit optimistic.

Summary for Tuesday:

                      Total  - 2.3 hours
                      PIC    - 2.3
                      Dual   - 2.3
                      X/C    - 2.3
                      Sim.   - 2.0
                      Actual - 0.3
                      Lndgs  -   2
                      Apps   -   3 (1 NDB, 1 VOR, 1 ILS)
Wednesday turned out to be a little more productive. M.R. handled most of the radio, and I shot 2 NDBs. The plan was:
    W17 direct WENDI direct JNALL direct JAMBE direct W17
with NDB approaches at JNX (Johnston Co.) and W03 (Wilson Industrial). We left Raleigh-East with marginal visibility and cloud bases around 2000 to 2500. I got clearance in the air (circling Raleigh-East) and then we set off for WENDI. M.R. didn't give me the hood. It wasn't long before we were in actual. The cloud layer was broken, bases at 2000, tops varying between 3500 and 5000. M.R. was on the radio, which made things MUCH easier for her fledgling student feller. The NDB approach to JNX went as planned, the airport coming into view with about 2 miles to go and still plenty of time on the clock. We were at MDA at the time, so it all counts, even without the hood. The MAP took us back on course for JAMBE. During the procedure turn at W03, M.R. said, "look!." Which I did of course. Lo and behold, there was an airport pretty much right under us. It wasn't W03, though. It's a disturbing fact that the NDB for the W03 approach (which is named JAMBE) is right on the field, and the outer marker for the ILS to Rocky Mount/Wilson also happens to be JAMBE. Thus, on the ILS to Rocky Mount/Wilson, you pass over the outer marker right over W03, and on the procedure turn at W03, you pass right over Rocky Mount/Wilson. Hmmmm. Anyway, the rest of the approach and the MAP went pretty well and then it was on to Raleigh-East via vectors from Wash Center and Raleigh Approach. On the way back to Raleigh-East we were skimming in and out of the cloud tops at 4000. Very pleasing. I discovered some interesting things about flying in clouds. First, the ones I went through on Wednesday kept making me climb. Even with reduced power and nose down. The other thing is that for some reason, the right wing got heavy inside the clouds. Hmmm. Well, we finally got back to Raleigh-East. No go around this time.

Summary for Wednesday:

                        Total  - 1.5 hours
                        PIC    - 0.4
                        Dual   - 1.5
                        X/C    - 0.0
                        Sim.   - 0.0
                        Actual - 1.1
                        Lndgs  -   1
                        Apps   -   2 (2 NDB)
Then along came Friday. The plan was:
     Raleigh-East direct RDU V136 FAY direct Raleigh-East
with VOR approaches at RDU and FAY, and maybe an intersection and/or NDB hold on the way from FAY to Raleigh-East. We didn't fly the plan. On the way out of the office, I heard thunder. By the time I reached Raleigh-East, my rear-view mirror was looking VERY dark. M.R. said it was ok if we stayed 20 miles away from the cell and maybe we could go to Fayetteville first, then Raleigh-Durham after the cell moved on. I tried to explain things like atmospheric instabilities and such to her, but I think I got too geeky and lost her. I did convince her to call flight service, and after that she went along with the stay-on-the-ground theory. Then we thought that we could at least fly the simulator, but while we were setting it up, there was a clap of thunder. I told her that was how I lost my PC so we unplugged the simulator. Plan C was question and answer period with the instructor. Rapid fire quizzing is closer to what really happened. Well, after not too long, the student had just about enough and begged for mercy. That should have been the end of the story, but it isn't. We went into the lobby area at the "Raleigh East Flying Academy" (don't forget: this is a converted mobil-home) and, since it was really pouring outside, (the term is frog-strangler), I decided to hang around and yuk it up with all the other pilot fellers and such. (Me, M.R., and about 4 or 5 other CFIs) It was really coming down so somebody started making tornado jokes. Big mistake. Somebody else told M.R. to call FSS and ask if there were any tornados on the radar. Ha, ha. M.R. said there was no way she was going to be on the phone during a thunderstorm. Then, all of a sudden...

CRACK!

The lights went out, everybody jumped, and there was a burning smell in the air. Somehow, M.R., who had been sitting on the armchair, levitated to the couch, in between me and one of the CFIs. None of us could hear very well because our ears were ringing. There was a room full of very wide-eyed people. Then, because of the burning smell, we figured the trailer was on fire. But we couldn't decide whether to stay inside where it was dry and burn to death, or run outside and get soaked and then electrocuted by the next bolt of lightning. Finally, we decided to take our chances inside until someone saw flames. After a while, the smell went away, but no one was brave enough to turn the circuit breakers back on (they were mostly all tripped). One of the CFI's finally did it and lived to tell. We went outside after the rain stopped, and discovered parts of one of the roof antennas on the ground beside the fuel truck. Fuel truck? Yes, fuel truck. Right next to the building. Sheeeesh.

Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed....


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