I stopped flying gliders in
Ontario in 2015 as I embarked on an intensive cycling training that required substantial
time commitment every weekend and that meant I could not be at the glider
field. The cycling training led to me winning total of six National titles in 2015 and
2016 in Master Nationals Track Cycling Championships so I more than achieved my
initial cycling goals, but they came at the expense of significant reductions in my flying of any kind.
I made it to Invermere, BC, my home away from home, and mountain soaring paradise, in both 2015 and 2016, but the trips were short, the weather iffy and I only had 3 dual flights in those years.
I made it to Invermere, BC, my home away from home, and mountain soaring paradise, in both 2015 and 2016, but the trips were short, the weather iffy and I only had 3 dual flights in those years.
I booked a week in Invermere in
June 2017 hoping that by the end of that week, I will remember enough of that
glider flying thing to actually go solo in “my” glider. My (rental) glider there
is PW-5, a simple fiberglass single seater that is manufactured by the same
company that makes my SZD-59, so most of the controls are in the same place for
both gliders. I also have a substantial amount of hours in the PW-5 after
several years of flying it in Invermere.
But my checkout was to be in a Duo
Discus. A beautiful precise two seater machine that can do anything in the hands
of a skilled pilot. And a bucking bronco with me at the controls. In the past,
getting ready for the checkouts, I did a bit of armchair flying, remembering the
control inputs, key points in the circuits, key speeds, etc. But it had been so
long since my last solo glider flight, I could not remember enough details for
quality armchair flying so I was just hoping it would all trickle back in as we
took off.
The first mountain tow towards the rocks could be frightful experience for flatland pilots. There is no horizon reference until you get over the rocks and optical illusions play with your mind and suggest that you are much closer to the rocks than you actually are. Eventually you get over it and your mind invents an artificial horizon and soon everything is normal again. And then you have a 2 year break and it is back to square one... I had to relinquish controls couple of times as we were bouncing around in strong thermals below the mountain tops and also insisted that my instructor flew the first few thermals to get us up high enough while I followed him on the controls desperately trying to remember where to look, what to do and what speeds to fly.
The first mountain tow towards the rocks could be frightful experience for flatland pilots. There is no horizon reference until you get over the rocks and optical illusions play with your mind and suggest that you are much closer to the rocks than you actually are. Eventually you get over it and your mind invents an artificial horizon and soon everything is normal again. And then you have a 2 year break and it is back to square one... I had to relinquish controls couple of times as we were bouncing around in strong thermals below the mountain tops and also insisted that my instructor flew the first few thermals to get us up high enough while I followed him on the controls desperately trying to remember where to look, what to do and what speeds to fly.
Eventually, things were starting
to come back to me: speeds, angles, names of the local landmarks, where to look for thermals
relative to wind and sun, minimum altitudes for each ridge, how to transition
in certain areas – some of this I remembered right away, some I had to ask
about. At times, the amount of information that was surfacing from deep recesses of my memory was a bit overwhelming.
Two hours flew by and soon it was
time to land. And that was a handful. I usually fly my circuits by “that looks
about right” angles and distances. You start your downwind at a certain altitude above ground and
fly a constantly descending path aiming to give yourself a nice and stabilized
final approach at a pre-determined speed. Problem was – after 2 year break
nothing looked right and things were happening way too fast for me to be
comfortable.
It took two more flights in the Duo and one short circuit in a much lower performance dual seater before I was comfortable enough going solo in “my” PW-5. The day was not soarable but perfect for circuits which I did 3.
It took two more flights in the Duo and one short circuit in a much lower performance dual seater before I was comfortable enough going solo in “my” PW-5. The day was not soarable but perfect for circuits which I did 3.
My last day in Invermere, I flew PW-5 for 4.5 hrs and was amazed of how fast I remembered everything I learned there previously. And I resolved to start flying gliders in Ontario again in 2018 as I’d like to be a lot more current before I go for another week of mountain flying.
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