Flying can be fun, exciting and bottom right are also dangerous. Hanger Talk is fun and anyone who has ever hung around a small airport lounge or in the driver knows that some of the things you do is complete BS and some is true. What does the old adage, you can not believe how that feels?
Well, sometimes life puts you in a very different perspective than to hear someone talk about something that happened to them. After all the stories you hear are probablyspeak. Let me tell you my first plane, a Teenie Jeanie. There was a lot of fun really.
Although the Volkswagen engine with little effort, I made a emergency landing in a field of strawberries, deep furrows. In fact, I almost died some time ago, just the most frightening moment when the engine stopped on the perimeter of the take-off.
Oh no, oh yes! In no way I would try to turn around because I did notHeight and speed going for him and had read enough to know the NTSB report deal was dead. Indeed, as it was, I make the wings with slots before preparing the soil in this area.
I suppose the farmer had a sick sense of humor and proportion of the grooves perpendicular to the runway, if someone lost an engine on takeoff. Well, almost died once again, the way to 3000 feet AGL prop'ed when to stop the engine. Establishment of a slip of 85 kilotons, UN-my placeBelt (open cockpit airplane – see photo below), then the hand of its foundation, three times, the third time a charm.
The devil speaks, man, about 180 pulses of pumping and the adrenal glands. I think it's closer to what I have not only a test pilot. The sport of a young man? Fear of youth! I think it's true what they say;
"There are no old bold pilots"
The problem of a low-wing cockpit is open if you can not live on the top. If I had moreAmount that day I could not have strawberries for breakfast? I could also then the engine started again achieved? Oh what can I say, adjust the valves on the old card with a VW engine. Now you know how the engines of Volkswagen?
The duration was so short that if you have the power you have been sucked into a flying brick. Yah, but Mr. Collins, "I learned flying from there!" Both columns Flying Magazine. " Well, 'was the Teenie Jeanielevel of pleasure.
