Narrative Essay On Flight

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My day began as any usual day would. Wake up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, and make myself presentable and go to school. But today was special. I had a flight lesson, not just any flight lesson but my first solo flight. After months of training and practicing, the day was finally here. My stomach churned with nervousness as the day trudged on. Horrible thoughts circled through my head. “What if the engine fails?” “What if I get a fuel leak?” “What if the wing disconnects from the plane and I go careening into the ground at 140 knots?” and the scary part is these are all realistic thoughts. Except maybe that last one… maybe. As these thoughts kept going through my head the day went on. Until 4:30pm. The drive there went on for a long time but …show more content…
My trainer, Ethan, stood behind the counter talking to a co-worker. He is a taller guy and very young for how experienced he was. I greeted him and talked to him about the plane and the flight plan as I checked the weather and weight and balance of the airplane. After all the checks finished up I walked out of the building to the plane for its pre-flight check. I got up on the wing and opened the door. Flipped on the master switch along with the landing lights, navigation lights, strobe lights and pitot heater. I got back out and checked everything I had turned on worked and got back in and shut it off. I then dropped the flaps and did the main check. Fuel tanks, wings oil, brakes, tires, and flight surfaces. I thought about every little way each one could go wrong while I checked …show more content…
I pressed the microphone switch and calmly said “Lincoln County, Warrior 8-6-2-1-echo, crosswind, runway 1-6, Lincoln County” and leveled off the plane at 1,500 feet off the ground. I headed straight and the turned to head back down to the other end of the runway. That’s when I did the final checklist. CGLUMPSS is the name and landing is the game. Carb heat, gas, lights, undercarriage, mixture, prop, seatbelts and switches. I checked all of these and then brought my throttle back to 1,600 rpms and put the first set of flaps in. My plane kept descending and then I turned base, which happens when the plane sits at a 90 degree angle from the runway. I called the base and brought my second set of flaps in. the plane sprung up a bit, but this occurred normally and I corrected for it. Now the time came for the all or nothing moment. Final, the 1 mile stretch between me and the strip of pavement I needed to land on. I turned towards it over the patch of trees that I utilized as a landmark, made one last call and lined up on the runway. A plane feels like its floating below 80 knots, and that sensation can be one of the strangest thing about flying, as I drew closer to the runway, my speed dropped until I slowed to 70 knots, I put in the last flaps and cut the throttle, glided directly over the runway and levelled off right after the numbers. The plane floated lazily down

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