AlexPeterson
Well Known Member
Last Thursday, I flew the 6A from my home base in the northern suburbs of Minneapolis to Oshkosh. I left at about 7:30am, expecting about a 1.5 hour flight, including the Ripon/Fisk approach. All went well, and I followed a couple other aircraft up the tracks. The three planes ahead of me were sent to the 36 approach, but I was told to continue NW to join a close right downwind for 27. Winds were something like 030 at 8, so a slight tailwind. I landed (I hope no one has video of the final approach...), and was instructed to exit the runway to the right. I had my HBP sign in the windscreen, and was directed to proceed back east on the taxiway which parallels 27, just on the north side of 27. The intention is to get us back east far enough to take the taxiway south, join runway 23, then west on the taxiway to HBP. Except... there were about a million departures going on, as many who wished to leave Wednesday evening, but were delayed overnight due to weather, ended up leaving Thursday morning. I was in line with planes departing 27 as well. It took almost an hour to get back east far enough to get to the head of the line. The controller then proceeded to clear me for takeoff on 27. I keyed my mike and said "no sir, I landed and am trying to get to HBP!". "Alpha Pop, proceed down runway 27 and exit to the right."
OK, this is reminding me of one of those sci-fi movies where time keeps repeating itself!
Upon my second runway exiting, I told the first flag person "hello again, remember me?". I saw some t-hangars directly north, and firmly announced to this friendly guy that I was going to taxi over to them and shut down, which I did. Anyway, I and the plane cooled down a bit, and after maybe 20 minutes I started up, taxied back to join the conga line. By this time, those directing traffic towards rwy 27 had realized what was going on, and kept the departing taxiing planes on the right side of the taxiway, allowing those of us going south to be able to.
To be clear, no one was at fault, it was just one of those "stuff happens" moments. Or hours.
Total hobbs time until landing: 1.5 hours. Total hobbs time: 3.0
The oil temperature stabilized at 230F, the cylinders stayed below 360 or so. About 1000 rpm seemed to be optimal for managing these temperatures. I kept the boost pump on the entire time, as I didn't dare not to! I had a long departure taxi time at Sun-n-Fun once, but this was a new personal record.
OK, this is reminding me of one of those sci-fi movies where time keeps repeating itself!
Upon my second runway exiting, I told the first flag person "hello again, remember me?". I saw some t-hangars directly north, and firmly announced to this friendly guy that I was going to taxi over to them and shut down, which I did. Anyway, I and the plane cooled down a bit, and after maybe 20 minutes I started up, taxied back to join the conga line. By this time, those directing traffic towards rwy 27 had realized what was going on, and kept the departing taxiing planes on the right side of the taxiway, allowing those of us going south to be able to.
To be clear, no one was at fault, it was just one of those "stuff happens" moments. Or hours.
Total hobbs time until landing: 1.5 hours. Total hobbs time: 3.0
The oil temperature stabilized at 230F, the cylinders stayed below 360 or so. About 1000 rpm seemed to be optimal for managing these temperatures. I kept the boost pump on the entire time, as I didn't dare not to! I had a long departure taxi time at Sun-n-Fun once, but this was a new personal record.