October 23, 2000 Eye of Experience #33:
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Congratulations. After many months of training and many dollars, you've just earned your private pilot's certificate. But many say that that piece of paper is only a license to learn, that
October 23, 2000
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Howard Fried started flying with the Army Air Corps in WWII, where he
served both as a multi-engine instructor pilot and in combat piloting B-17s.
After a stint teaching sociology and on-the-air and management jobs in the
radio business after the war, he turned to teaching flying again full-time.
Over 40,000 general aviation hours later, he is still instructing
and running his own flight school. Along the way he administered over 4,000 flight tests
as a Designated Examiner until victimized by rogue FAA
officials.
He has authored two popular flying books aimed at student pilots and
instructors, Flight Test Tips and Tales and Beyond The Checkride, and a
series of audio tapes, Checkride Tips from
Flying's Eye Of The Examiner.
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of the frequently asked questions that instructors and flight school
administrators hear quite often from the primary student is: "Once I
acquire the Private Pilot Certificate, what then? What can I do with it?"
Most often, this student is training to become a pilot just
"because" — he or she doesn't have a specific occupational or
business goal. Of course, there are as many answers to the question "what
now?" as there are pilots. Here are a few ideas.
One of the all-time favorite answers to the question is the famous $100.00
hamburger. You know — the $2.00 burger and the $98.00 cost of transportation
to get it. But beyond this there are a great many enjoyable activities
available to the holder of a private pilot certificate.
Many years ago, the state of Ohio where I lived at the time had a landing
strip in a recreation area in a state park located at a reservoir and I used
to fly my wife and two small children there for swimming and a picnic. Sure
beat driving. Those folks that I am pleased to refer to as "fair weather
Sunday afternoon pilots" take their families and friends for joyrides in
their airplanes (or rented airplanes). They do this for the sheer fun of it,
and it is fun to show off one's hard-won skills to family and friends. There
are also family trips to visit distant family members and far-away friends.
I have a close friend who owns an airplane. He really enjoys flying and he
takes advantage of every possible excuse to fly whenever an opportunity
presents itself. Occasionally his employer sends him on a business trip, and
whenever possible he takes his own airplane rather than an air carrier. His
airplane is a Cessna 310, and although it is an extravagance to do so, he
frequently takes his daughter to her college in a distant state. At least once
a year he flies well over 2,000 miles to visit a close friend. He goes to EAA
AirVenture Oshkosh every year, by air of course. He has even flown to that
warm-up for AirVenture down in Florida — Sun 'n Fun.
A few months ago I flew in an air rally, sponsored by the Greater Detroit Area
Chapter of the Ninety-Nines, and I had a load of fun doing it. It was
organized like a road rally with clues to each destination (some of the clues
were quite obtuse and difficult). Each entrant was issued a list of clues to
the first destination and a sealed envelope telling the pilot where to go if
he/she couldn't figure it out from the clues. Of course, a lot of points were
lost if the envelope had to be opened. Extra points were awarded for
identifying landmarks along the way. At each stop, clues to the next
destination were issued, and so on.
The event started at 10:00 a.m. and if a pilot wasn't back at the starting point
by 5:00 p.m., he/she was instructed to give up and return. There were about
twenty planes entered, from Cessna 150s to a Cessna 310. I flew in a Piper
Cherokee with one of the members of the Greater Detroit Area Chapter of the
Ninety-Nines, the organizing body for the event. Two of the graduates of my
flight school, private pilots who fly just for fun, were entered.
If you're looking for something to do with your pilot certificate, I can
recommend entering one of these air rallies. I guarantee a good time. The one
in which I participated ended at the starting point with a spot landing
contest, which added to the challenge and fun of the event.
A great many airports and/or operators sponsor so-called dawn patrols, or
breakfast flights, usually with a pancake breakfast at the destination. Many
state aeronautics commissions issue calendars specifying the dates and
locations of these events. Somewhat similar but not the same thing are group
fly-outs for breakfast. Less organized are the informal groups of friends who
fly their airplanes to a common destination for one purpose or another.
Members of the DC Pilots email list — which is devoted to pilots based in and
around the Washington, D.C. and Mid-Atlantic area of the U.S. — try to do this
once each month.
At the airport where I am based there are two large groups (a dozen to a score
each) of pilots and friends who fly out every Sunday morning to one or another
airport with a restaurant on the field. These breakfast flights are within 100
miles or so and are made solely for breakfast and companionship. These Sunday
breakfast groups are made up of a wide diversity of people. One of the two
groups is composed of members of a specific club, and the other is totally
informal. On any given weekend the number and composition of the people who
fly out for breakfast varies with the availability of those who participate.
One of the things I like about aviation is the fine bunch of people, on the
whole, who participate. It is one place where a doctor or college professor
and a ditchdigger have something in common, and they all treat each other as
equals. In my flight school we have had students who bused tables in a fast
food restaurant and we've had presidents, vice presidents, and owners of giant
corporations — as well as top-notch professionals — and, because of their
common interest in flying, they studied together and helped each other out.
Universally, pilots are willing, even anxious, to share their knowledge and
experiences with one another.
So help me, if this aviation "thing" ever quits being fun, I'll quit
doing it!
What else can one do with a private certificate and an airplane, either owned
or rented? He or she can donate his/her time and talent to any number of
charitable activities. As an example of this, here in the area of the country
where I am located there is an annual event called "Operation Good
Cheer." In mid-December each year a huge drive is put on to collect
presents for underprivileged kids. These donations come in by the truckload,
and fill a large hangar to overflowing with everything from bicycles to board
games. Then, on a weekend, dozens of pilots in owned or rented airplanes fly
out with planeloads of gifts to various destinations all over the state. Since
no money changes hands at any stage of the process, there is no danger of
running afoul of the Federal Aviation Regulations (FARs), as can sometimes
happen when involved in charitable flying. By this I mean those unfortunate
individuals who permit a charitable organization to pay for their fuel while
donating their time, talent, and airplane to perhaps transport a medical case,
only to have some overzealous FAA inspector decide that it is a commercial
operation and charge the pilot with violating Part 135 of the FARs.
Aviation offers a great many other kinds of volunteer opportunities,
particularly in the area of medical needs. Angel Flight and the
Air Care
Alliance are organizations that schedule volunteer flights to shuttle parents
back and forth to visit hospitalized children. Another arranges for ferrying
those who require regular treatment back and forth from their homes to the
facility that offers the specialized treatment they require.
I grew up in suburban Cleveland, Ohio, and in the late 1920s and, throughout
the 1930s, I attended the National Air Races every year. I was privileged to
see and meet all the greats of the era (my particular hero was Jimmy Doolittle.)
Therefore, my concept of air racing has always been the fastest plane wins. A
few years ago, however, I was introduced to a whole new ballgame — the
handicap air race. A former student at my flight school who owns a nice V-tail
Bonanza asked me to join him in the Great Southern Air
Race. He had been
flying a portion of the racing circuit for several years, and he needed a
co-pilot for that year's Bahamas race. Not having any idea what I was getting
into, I readily agreed.
We arrived in Florida with passports in hand and spent a day establishing the
handicap and getting briefed by the U.S. Coast Guard. We rented all the
survival equipment (life raft, flares, life vests, etc.). The handicap was
established by flying both ways over a measured distance with nothing in the
airplane but one pilot and a race official. Everything else (including me) was
removed from the airplane. Once the speed over that course was established,
the airplane was impounded to prevent the pilots from making any changes. The
next morning the race started. The fastest planes were launched first. After
takeoff, each airplane would make a high-speed pass over the strip and go
through the start gate. Spotters were located at each turn point (lighthouse,
prominent point, etc.) and at each landing point. We overnighted on several of
the Bahamas Islands, and there was a party almost every evening. As well as the
cash prizes for the overall race, prizes were awarded for each leg and each
day. Other than the cost of operating the airplane, the out-of-pocket cost of
participating in the weeklong event was about $1,000.00 for food, lodging,
etc., less any prize money earned. The whole affair was an extremely
challenging and interesting experience.
Whether or not a pilot is seeking an additional certificate or rating, there
is always the challenge to improve one's skills. This may take the form of
additional formal training with an instructor, or the challenge of
self-improvement in which the pilot is constantly striving for more and more
precision in his or her flying. They tell the story of the old guy who came
out to the airport every weekend and practiced landings. A stranger at that
airport watched this for a while, then turned to a hanger-on (an APB —
Airport Bum) and asked, "Who is that guy and why does he do that every
weekend?" The answer was, "Oh, that's Charles Lindbergh. He's just
trying to stay sharp." If that great aviator can do this, we all can.
I don't know about you, but every time I fly, I am constantly striving for
precision in altitude and holding a heading, and I'm always attempting to make
every landing a "greaser." It's sort of a game I play with myself.
To challenge yourself this way is not only fun, but also you get a good
feeling when you are successful. I'll never forget the extreme feeling of
satisfaction I felt when I made a really smooth landing after a trip of some
300 miles during which my altitude had not varied a foot and my heading hadn't
been off a degree at any time. Even though the air had been extremely smooth
that day, I still couldn't believe I had done that well. I'm normally just a
tired old man who blunders around the airspace and if I'm lucky, I ultimately
get where I'm going.
For a real adventure, you can do what I did last summer and fly one of the
Australian Air Safaris offered by GOANA — which stands for Great Outback Air
Navigation Adventure — and an adventure it certainly is! This company offers
several different trips each year, ranging from five days to 30 days in
duration. I went on the most popular trip — 15 days — and saw more of
Australia than most Australians see in a lifetime. It would be impossible to
accomplish what we did on my trip by car or tour bus in less than three and a
half months.
The trips are organized as follows: Eight Skyhawks with two people in each fly
approximately 350 n. m. per day. These eight airplanes are accompanied by a
tour guide in a ninth airplane (with a toolbox and spares aboard). You stay in
first-class accommodations, and all your meals are furnished at first-class
restaurants. The modest price includes admission to all kinds of interesting
museums, events, and sights of Australian culture. For example, among the
places we visited were a Royal Flying Doctor Station and the QANTAS museum
where the Australian Airline started. By the way, "QANTAS" stands
for Queensland And Northern Territories Air Service. How's that for an
interesting bit of trivia?
We also saw an amazing demonstration of Border Collies doing their trick —
working cattle, sheep, horses, and geese. I highly recommend any one of the
GOANA excursions to all who hold pilot certificates, from private to ATP. And
frankly, I don't know how the Shiptons (the couple who operate the GOANA tours)
can afford to do it for the reasonable prices they charge for their tours.
Thus, it can readily be seen that there are a great many interesting and
enjoyable things one can do with a pilot certificate. And, I haven't even
scratched the surface here. (Please don't write and tell me all the things I
left out. I know they exist, but space prohibits the inclusion of all kinds of
activities one can enjoy with an airplane.)
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