I don't know what prop jocks call it, but it is damned rough flying, even
in jets sometimes on beautiful sunny days. You are right about Florida. I
saw a TV
show about some small town down there built around an airport and all the
streets were taxi-ways.

Bobby


>Yeah, it was meant for my brother who is interested in a plane he saw
>advertised in Ohio.  At least it wasn't REAL personal.  As far as the 150 in
>Texas, you probably had to deal with density altitude and a lot of thermals.
>Don't have to worry too much here.  Biggest problem in Ohio is clouds.  My
>dad can fly in sunny FLA almost every day!
>
>-----Original Message-----
>From: Bobby Greer [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
>Sent: Wednesday, November 17, 1999 10:02 AM
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: I finally got to that 150
>
>
>Hey Kyle,
>
>        I think you meant this for someonelse? I was up in a 150 once over
>the
>Balcones Fault in Texas. Rough as hell. Also, near Bergstrom AFB, I had to
>watch out for B-52's, since if you get caught behind one you were dead meat!
>
>Bobby
>
>
>>Tony,
>>
>>I finally got around to flying that Cessna you were interested in, so I
>>obviously passed my medical.  Flight doc tagged me on "no night flight"
>>because of the monocular vision.  I knew it would be a matter of time,
>>anyway, but it's weird having an IFR ticket that you can only use during
>the
>>day. ;>).  Not that I fly much anymore, anyway.  Since Laura quit teaching
>I
>>can't justify spending the $$$$.  I get enough hours in to keep current,
>but
>>that's about it.  I'm going to check into one of those PC-based simulators
>>that you can use to log time for certification.  I guess you just fly and
>>then download the data to a zip drive--it has all the parameters just like
>>the black box FDRs on the commercial aircraft.
>>
>>About that 150...I dunno, man, it doesn't seem like much plane for the
>>price.  It's been 200 hrs SMOH on that little Continental.  Cranked fine,
>>stayed up at 2200 rpm on both mags during runup.  Oil seemed a bit gummy,
>>but no major leaks.  Found a mouse's nest in one of the cabin heater
>>vents--only after I ran cabin heat for a while...fortunately before
>takeoff!
>>The smell of the dead beasties cooking would have been enough to make me
>>squawk 7700 and put the sucker down on the freeway.  Got that taken care
>of,
>>but you'd have to get a detail shop to run an ozone generator in the cabin
>>for a bit.
>>
>>Dad's caught a red-eye up from Florida beucause he wanted to fly it with me
>>(think he really just wanted to see the grandkids).  Said,  "Why don't we
>>buzz your house, since Laura's home?  You know, just like 'Flying
>>Leathernecks'!"  Criminy!  What a jarhead, eh?  The old man's been out of
>>the Corps since '69, but he still does the Marine Routine. Ha!  Anyway, he
>>did some stalls and MCA stuff and said it felt "mushy" for a 150.  I
>thought
>>so too.  Crank in 20 degrees flaps, cut the go juice and most of those old
>>Cessnas will just hang there.  This one wanted to roll off on the left wing
>>pretty badly.  I tried one at 5000' AGL with no flaps and just about put it
>>in a flat spin.  Dad's yelling at me the whole time, "Where'd you learn to
>>fly? where'd you learn to fly?"  Once I recovered and I got my heart rate
>>down below 200, I wanted to say, "You, Dad.  You taught me, remember?"  I'm
>>glad I kept my mouth shut, because I'm pretty sure he knew he hurt my
>>feelings.  He kept complimenting my crappy flying the rest of the
>afternoon.
>>:>)  It's a good thing private aircraft don't have cockpit voice recorders,
>>because if I'd stuck that plane in the ground they'd have heard a lot of
>>references to God and Jesus, that's for sure!  ;>)  Dad was laughing at me
>>later because he said I'd plead with God for a while, then I'd cuss Him.  I
>>don't know why Dad didn't  pull me out of that--guess he just wanted to see
>>if I'd mess my pants!  ;>).  Thought I'd made him mad because he didn't say
>>anything for a long time, then he said, "This dog won't hunt.  There's
>>something goofy about this plane."  I think you'll be okay as long as you
>>keep your airspeed up.  Just pray that little Connie doesn't quit on you
>>when you're rotating, because you WILL fall off on that left wing right
>now.
>>
>>The paint's done up in standard OSU scarlet & gray  (will they let you land
>>this thing in Ann Arbor?..ha!).  Paint's in good shape, tires are thin-ish,
>>the windows are scratched up pretty bad, so they'll need to be polished
>out.
>>It has the same Bendix radio stack that Dad's old Skywagon had--one comm,
>>one nav, and a transponder.  They're not much newer than the plane, so I'd
>>have them checked out.  Everything seemed to work ok, though.
>>
>>Tony, I would not even consider this aircraft for IFR certification.  For
>>one thing, you'd have as much wrapped up in decent avionics as you would in
>>the plane itself.  For another, it just feels funny.  I think it would be
>>fine for daytime VFR, but I would not want to shoot an ILS approach in that
>>plane in IMC or even marginal VFR weather.  You'll have to judge for
>>yourself, but Dad and I came to a consensus that it just wouldn't be worth
>>it.  I would consider a good GPS, though.  Dad brought his Garmin from his
>>boat and he'd plugged all the data in beforehand for all his favorite grass
>>strips around Columbus (like Jim Wilson's, et al).  Anyway, instead of
>doing
>>touch and goes at the same airport, we'd just fly from strip to strip
>>without stopping the plane.  It would be great for you if you're planning
>to
>>do much flying in the UP.
>>
>>Dad caught another red-eye out for Tampa last night, so we tied down at CMH
>>instead of OSU.  I'll get somebody from work today to take me over to Port
>>Columbus after work and then I'll fly it back over to Don Scott and have
>>Laura pick me up there.
>>
>>Anyway, we flew out of OSU around noon, flew to MRT so Grandpa could buzz
>>the house and wave the wings at "those grandbabies", headed for Jim's and
>>then did some cross-countries so Dad could check the NDB and NAV against
>his
>>GPS.  Had dinner in Marion.  About that time, I started getting antsy to
>get
>>back to CMH.  I told Dad, "Listen, I lost my medical for night flying and I
>>don't want to lose my whole ticket."  He said, "Well, from now on I'll just
>>be pilot-in-command" (which is what I think he wanted anyway, but was too
>>gracious to say).  He also said that we needed to be out after dark because
>>there was something he wanted to show me.  So we started to toward Columbus
>>around 1930, cruising at 3500' MSL and the whole eastern sky lit up with
>the
>>Leonid showers.  Man, it was incredible!  It reminded me of the CNN video
>>the night we bombed Baghdad in '91, except that the lights were headed down
>>instead of up.  Tonight is supposed to be even better--up to 6000/min
>>between 2100 and 0000.  Dad said it reminded him of a firefight they had
>>north of Hue.  That was weird because you know he never talks about that
>>stuff.
>>
>>So we get to Columbus approach, and even though Dad is technically PIC, I'm
>>left seat and he's trying to see how many NBD/VORs he can pick up on his
>>handheld.  I tell Dad that I am really not comfortable landing this thing
>at
>>night, in traffic, so he takes the yoke and asks me to get clearance.  What
>>happened next was classic!  Went something like this:
>>
>>Me:  "Approach, this is Cessna 150 November-two-three-eight-three-echo,
>>requesting clearance.  I have ATIS zebra"
>>
>>Approach:  "83 echo, squawk 283"
>>Approach:  "Cessna 83 echo, you're third in the box.  I'll put you in
>behind
>>Southwest 330 for runway 28 left.  He's that 737 on your 2 o'clock.
>>
>>Me:  "Ah...roger, approach.  I have a visual."
>>
>>(Dad's ears perk up at the mention of the '37.  He looks over at me and
>sees
>>the sweat on my forehead and asks, "Did he say he was going to put you
>>behind that SWA bird?  Hell, you can't put a 150 this close in behind an
>>aircraft that big!")
>>
>>Approach:  "83 echo, can you pick up the airspeed a bit?  I've got a Lear
>45
>>on your 6 that needs 140 knots."
>>
>>Dad to me: (unrepeatable)
>>
>>Dad to Approach:  "Approach, 83 echo.  Request terminate clearance or clear
>>for 28 right.  This is a 150, I couldn't get 140 knots with a 60 knot
>>tailwind!"
>>
>>Approach:  "83 echo.  Say again and squawk ident.  This is not the same
>>individual I was speaking with prior.  You were not cleared to land."
>>
>>Dad: "Approach, 83 echo.  This is pilot-in-command.  You were speaking with
>>my right seat.  If we follow that southwest 37 I'm pretty sure I'm going to
>>have problems with wake turbulence.  If I don't get out of this pattern
>>right now I'm going to have a learjet enema."
>>
>>Approach: "83 echo...ah...ok...turn right, heading 120, climb 3000.  We'll
>>see about getting you in the pattern for 28 right."
>>
>>We landed on 28R and I fully expected the taxiway people to ask us to
>report
>>to Flight Services, but nobody said boo.  I asked Dad about it later and he
>>said he always reserves the right to opt out of the assignment.  I guess
>>it's just my "controller as god" mentality.  He said that if a controller
>>puts you in a tough spot and you stick it, it's YOUR arse in the casket,
>not
>>his.  That's why I don't fly class B airspace.  To damn much heavy metal in
>>the air for me!  ;>)
>>
>>Anyway, I'd be happy to go over and show you the plane if you want to come
>>down (after the Michigan/OSU game ;>)  ).  If I were you, though, I'd pass
>>on this one and just rent until spring.
>>
>>BTW--Dad and I went pheasant hunting Saturday at the WMA.  I got lost in a
>>sorghum field (of course).  I tell you what, I'm getting gimpier by the
>day.
>>I could only hunt about a half an hour before the pain got too bad and I
>had
>>to stop.  I felt bad because Dad had so been looking forward to us getting
>>out (just like old times, he said).  He was so incredibly gracious.  I
>>noticed that he kept glancing at me limping and he said, "Those grandbabies
>>wore my ass out.  How's about we just pack it in?"  Now I knew this was a
>>crock because he'd just done one of those geezer marathons two weeks ago
>and
>>Mom was bragging about how well he'd done.  Guess he just wanted to help me
>>save face.  How I hate this wretched old body  ;>).
>>
>>The tears really flowed when he left Laura and the kids, and then again
>when
>>I left him at the gate.  I know he loves Florida, but I still get so damn
>>mad at him sometimes for moving away.
>>
>>Well, let me know what you want to do about that airplane.  See if you can
>>get your club plane in the next couple weeks and fly down.
>>
>>Are you going to Florida for Christmas?  We'd like to, but I can't scrape
>>the jack together for plane fare for everyone--and I'm sure not gonna drive
>>24 hours down I-75 with every other goober east of the Mississippi.
>>
>>Take care.  Give Cheryl and the girls a big kiss and a hug for me.
>>
>>I love you and I miss you (even if Mom does like you better).
>>
>>-Kyle