In lesson six, we covered stalls. This time, T expected me to be able to handle everything from take off through climb-out and level-off and that all went pretty well. I even got a hold short instruction and handled it properly. Reading back instructions is becoming natural. The tower gave us runway 27, even though the wind was from 190@10 knots so I got to learn about crosswind takeoffs. That went well too. Notwithstanding, I still need lots of practice on everything.
One thing I’m struggling with is scanning for other airplanes. In some cases, I have spotted other airplanes very far off, sometimes far enough off that T can’t even see them until they are much closer. In other cases, though, I feel like I am glancing around the horizon without seeing anything. In one lesson, we were surprised by an airplane. She was not close enough to require any evasive action, but the surprise is not a good feeling. It is a reminder to be vigilant.
T demonstrated a power off stall and then we practiced one together. By the second stall, I was no longer getting the stomach in your throat sensation and by the third or fourth stall, I was responding quickly and properly to the stall. We proceeded with power off turning stalls. We talked about the reasons for practicing stalls: proficiency and confidence, but most importantly the ability to land by stalling the aircraft just inches above the ground.
T allowed me to call the tower to announce that we were inbound and then to report our entry into the traffic pattern, “Oshkosh tower, seven zero gulf reporting two mile right base for runway one eight.”
“Seven zero gulf, you are cleared to land.”
“Seven zero gulf, cleared to land.”
Again, T extended my control on the landing, this time all the way through the landing with bits of assistance and instruction.
On the way home I stopped at Cousin’s to buy a sandwich for C and myself. You know you’ve just got done flying when the cashier at Cousin’s hands you your receipt and says, “Here’s your receipt, and your order number is two-eighteen,” and you read the order number back to her, “two-eighteen, thank you.”