Head in the Clouds, Charlie
My IFR clearance—a concept which I've been meaning to devote an entire bloggity-blog post to—was issued by air traffic control as follows:
Cessna three-two-three-romeo-foxtrot is cleared to the Napa County Airport via: on takeoff, right turn, heading zero-six-zero within one nautical mile of the airport, radar vectors IMPLY intersection, Victor one-oh-seven, Oakland, Victor one-ninety-five, CROIT intersection, Victor one-oh-eight, Scaggs Island, direct. Climb and maintain three thousand; expect five thousand, five minutes after departure. Departure frequency is one-two-one-point-three, squawk zero-three-two-three.
It took me about ten minutes to set up the departure.
Everything went mostly fine... until my vacuum pump failed.
The course I flew is green.
Altitude graph is highlighted in teal.
Commentary in red.
Obviously.
Not bad for my first attempt at a departure procedure, which included a instrument failure.
I immediately declared an emergency when equipment started failing, which is what you'd do in the real world, but "air traffic control," (aka my flight instructor) said "Alright; radar services terminated, resume your own navigation, good day."
Jerk. ;-)
All in all, it was a fun, useful day of (simulated) flying.
Comments
<3 the gimp art.
At least there wasn't a %&#$% who cut you off this time. Or a @$#%$ trying to kill you(other than your instructor). :)
Posted by: Paul | February 14, 2007 2:38 AM
Man, I love simulators. And I bet all those folks around that Weird Turn For real are, too ;-).
Reminds me of that sailing airplane pilot trying to land a 747. In short, do in simulators only :-).
Posted by: Axel Hecht | February 14, 2007 2:58 AM