Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Zing Flight into Santa Rosa


This was one of my favourite and most thrilling single engine flight I had taken during my training days through the San Joaquin Valley in the middle of California. An entire night of foggy weather flying in the Californian winters, only to be greeted by a beautiful sunrise almost instantly and magically dispersing the mist that lay ominously beneath us, barring our view of the green dewy ground!

We took off from Castle Airforce Base, Atwater, CA with barely any fuel in our tanks. Cessna 172s are 4 seater, single airplanes capable of flying for about 4 hours exluding the reserve time and can do 500 km at a stretch without breakin' sweat. Taking off from Atwater at 0430 local time, we took a short hop south of Atwater for fuel in the city of Merced, CA to top up our tanks and prepare a flight plan to Santa Rosa, approximately 335 kms North of Merced.
Winds favoured us that morning, with a graceful breeze of about 12 kms/hr from the Northwest. So the the flight plan was made, and it was gonna be a smooth ride to Santa Rosa in about about 2.5 hours. This picture to the left was taken on our way from Merced to Modesto as we climbed to 4,500 feet over Castle Airforce Base with our barracks literally invisible between the criss cross of roads and blocks of houses near it. Outside air temperature grew colder as we climbed to 8,500 feet to make the optimum use of the already dense cold air of the California Valley. The denser the air, the better is the performance, however, to save fuel and increase range, we climbed higher to maintain a lean air and fuel mixture. The climb to 8,500 would not have been necessary had it been summers. For a summer flight to Santa Rosa, a cruise level 4,500 would suffice. The cabin temperature was maintained at about 14*C while the outside was not reported to us yet.

It was pretty chilly in the cabin and it was getting harder to move fingers to cross check instruments and make the fuel calculations every 30 mins into the flight. It was about 0425 hrs in the morning and everything seemed alright except that our airspeed had been continously decreasing while trying to maintain level altitude of 8,500 feet at the trim settings. We had our carb-heat on just in case we didnt have a dead carb at 8,5. The airspeed kept falling further below 80KIAS as we tried to troubleshoot. I made a quick glance at my left wing to check for ICE and there I found the root. The leading edge of my plain was quickly building ice disrupting the airflow above and beneath the wings leading to decrease in airspeed and lift.


We took to manual brain override and decided to enrichen the mixture, gave in full carb heat and began to make a shallow dive on idle engine and keeping the airpseed constant at 90KIAS and began to use deep rudder movements to create turbulent relative wind in and around the wing area and the empennage. We had flown higher then the freezing levels of Californian winters, and the lack of freezing level information led to this error. My friend and I were in sweats at 14*C in the cold cabin! Hearts pounding, adrenaline rushing through our systems, greasing our head connections, so that we could think clearly.

We dived to an altitude way below the freezing level and reached 2,500 feet. The air outside here was relative warmer than up there, and this difference could be felt
even by skin. After this, we decided to remain at this altitude for the rest of the flight. We obviously burnt a whole lot of fuel for this trip, but as Pilots, the safety of our flights is priority one and we maintained that rule until we landed at Santa Rosa early in the morning at about 0715 hrs. The first thing after getting off the plane at KSTS was to get a fuel check and another $300 top up, and a total de-icing of the plane. And what could have been better than brilliant warm sun of the Golden California!

Monday, March 8, 2010

Farmville Faggots and Mafia Monkeys

NOW we have some real lifeless morons stuck to various browser based games on facebook like Mafia wars and Farmville. Needless to say, I was one of those morons who out of sheer curosity took out a major chunk of my time to waste on this monkey crap.

Its funny to see people talking about their levels and mafia weapons and goats and cows and big fruits! And you get to hear stuff like-

"I own the farm yo!"
"I got more cows than you have underwears brother!"
"Oh shit I need more points to dress my farmer man! BRB!"
"I hate yakuza shit!"
"I am gonna cann your arse tomorow coz I am DON BLASTER!" Yeah right!.

It's almost like they get paid to play these games and make a living out of it. hahah what a cracker! There was this one time that a friend of mine actually had a tiff with me over the computer at 2am coz he wanted to 'level up' his mafia. He wanted my PC and I asked him to get a life, and he comes back at me with a dont-mess-with-me attitude. I asked that skank to get a life, I could have shot that miserable bonehead right there!

Then again, I was once shown a shoe to not join Mafia wars as a part of their Mafia. I played dumb, and later hid his shoe under his mattress and told him, that he could have it back if he humped the other shoe! Which he did! :P

Where are the minds of our youths? If this is the kind of entertainment you guys subscribe to, then you guys are better off being clowns in a circus. Get a life! (Not like I wasn't one of the pansy idiots once upon a time, but I got over this monkey buisness before I could officially be called a lifeless psycho!) :P