I can only hope for the best in future right?
That was how I ended off last week’s post. I guess I was wrong… or maybe I didn’t hope hard enough. Clinton left RACWA. Yup, he left. I was assigned to a new instructor, Adam. I haven’t met him before, but I was hoping (real hard this time) that he would be as good as Clinton.
Because I didn’t fly two weeks before this lesson (due to bad weather), I wasn’t as alert as I normally am. Add in the nervousness of meeting someone new, and you’re in for trouble. We were doing circuits again, and he let me off to do the pre flight checks. Everything went smoothly so far… but that’s where it stopped. From then on, everything was a disaster (literally).
Adam and I both hopped on. Then, there was a moment of silence. I looked at him, while he looked out the window. He turned around and said, Well, what are you waiting for. Do what you normally do. He then turned back to look out the window again. And there I was, freaking out.
Usually, Clinton would prompt me to do something. Now I was by myself. From the back of my mind, I remembered that we did the pre start checks first. So I started doing that. When I reached the end of the checklist, I gave out a sigh of relief. I started the engines and begun my after start checks. About half way through, I started freaking out again. I couldn’t regain my composure, so I stopped. I looked at him again, and I asked, “What do I do now?”. “What do you do now?!” He was stunned. Without a word, he picked off where I stopped. After fiddling with all the dials and switches, he said, “Bring me to runway 24 Left”. I put I foot off the breaks and off we went. Again, it was silence all the way.
As we were rolling down the runway, the only thing I could think off was the circuit itself. Everything was alright so far, until we reached finals. We were too low during the approach. Adam asked, “What’s happening?”. “We’re too low”, I replied. “So what should you do?”. I know that thrust control the rate of decent, so naturally, we should be increasing power. But I couldn’t come around to say it. “Increase power”, he said. I pushed in the throttle, and we were back on track. The landing wasn’t too bad. In all, we did four touch-and go’s before coming in for a full stop.
As soon as we were back on the ground at our parking bay, he went straight back inside, while I tied down the aircraft.