Jamie
Well Known Member
As promised in my first flight post, I'm going to elaborate a little more on my first flight.
I had decided a while ago that I was 95% sure I would have someone more experienced perform my first flight. For me, building the airplane was never about a daredevil stunt or cheating death, but was a way to have a great little airplane. If I was going to give up the reigns to someone else, it would be to someone I trusted and to someone who I felt 'deserved' the privelege. Well, it didn't take too long to come up with a name in my mind. Mike Stewart gave me my first ever RV ride (I think a *LOT* of people can say that). I was just telling him the other day that I remember that ride better than I do my first solo. It was just that fun.
Anyway, Mike's got a ton of hours in RVs and knows them well. He also has a good bit of dead stick experience, which I deemed an important skill set on a first flight. Not to mention that he's done umpteen first flights for people.
So the deal's done, I ask Mike for the favor and he readily agrees to do it. The big day comes. Mike fires my RV up and Scott Will and I jump in Scott's -7A and chase him. Lift off, everything looks pretty good. We catch up with Mike as he begins to circle the field and we see a little smoke coming out of the cowl area. It was just a tiny hint of smoke at first. We of course let him know what we see. Then the smoke gets really thick, we update Mike and he notices the oil pressure is dropping off. He turns it back to the runway, kills the engine, calls on the radio that he's dead stick and lands it straight down the centerline of the runway. There's a Cessna in the pattern who kindly gives way. Total flight time? Maybe 10 minutes. We weren't sure if he killed the engine or it quit, and as we were circling we were so high overhead we weren't sure if he was going to make the runway.
I thought Mike would be ticked at me for screwing something up and putting him in danger, but nope, he just laughed it off while I was shaking like a leaf. I wasn't concerned about the airplane, I just didn't want him to get hurt because of some stupid mistake I made.
So what was the culprit? The prop oil line at the governor end. The fitting was oh so slightly loose. It never leaked a drop on the ground runs (.8 hrs). My guess is that when the engine heated up the fittings expanded enough to let oil out. That line is very high pressure so it leaks a lot of oil very quickly. Mike killing the engine probably saved it.
The point of this story is two-fold. 1) Triple check every fitting before first flight, even if you've ground run the airplane a lot with no issues and 2) be sure you're up to the task and that you're ready to do what Mike did. If you're not comfortable dead-sticking your RV, I wouldn't do the first flight.
There was a lot of soul searching going on that night as I cleaned up oil. Honestly my primary thought was "I have no business doing this stuff". I confided in friends that my greatest concern was that now I would be afraid of the airplane.
The next morning we went out and tripled checked everything again and Mike jumped back on the horse and went. This time the flight was flawless. The only real squawk was the autopilot travel was reversed and reversed elevator trim.
Mike landed and I made the next flight. I have to say that for me that flight was just as sweet as if I would have done the first flight.
Be careful out there folks.
I had decided a while ago that I was 95% sure I would have someone more experienced perform my first flight. For me, building the airplane was never about a daredevil stunt or cheating death, but was a way to have a great little airplane. If I was going to give up the reigns to someone else, it would be to someone I trusted and to someone who I felt 'deserved' the privelege. Well, it didn't take too long to come up with a name in my mind. Mike Stewart gave me my first ever RV ride (I think a *LOT* of people can say that). I was just telling him the other day that I remember that ride better than I do my first solo. It was just that fun.
Anyway, Mike's got a ton of hours in RVs and knows them well. He also has a good bit of dead stick experience, which I deemed an important skill set on a first flight. Not to mention that he's done umpteen first flights for people.
So the deal's done, I ask Mike for the favor and he readily agrees to do it. The big day comes. Mike fires my RV up and Scott Will and I jump in Scott's -7A and chase him. Lift off, everything looks pretty good. We catch up with Mike as he begins to circle the field and we see a little smoke coming out of the cowl area. It was just a tiny hint of smoke at first. We of course let him know what we see. Then the smoke gets really thick, we update Mike and he notices the oil pressure is dropping off. He turns it back to the runway, kills the engine, calls on the radio that he's dead stick and lands it straight down the centerline of the runway. There's a Cessna in the pattern who kindly gives way. Total flight time? Maybe 10 minutes. We weren't sure if he killed the engine or it quit, and as we were circling we were so high overhead we weren't sure if he was going to make the runway.
I thought Mike would be ticked at me for screwing something up and putting him in danger, but nope, he just laughed it off while I was shaking like a leaf. I wasn't concerned about the airplane, I just didn't want him to get hurt because of some stupid mistake I made.
So what was the culprit? The prop oil line at the governor end. The fitting was oh so slightly loose. It never leaked a drop on the ground runs (.8 hrs). My guess is that when the engine heated up the fittings expanded enough to let oil out. That line is very high pressure so it leaks a lot of oil very quickly. Mike killing the engine probably saved it.
The point of this story is two-fold. 1) Triple check every fitting before first flight, even if you've ground run the airplane a lot with no issues and 2) be sure you're up to the task and that you're ready to do what Mike did. If you're not comfortable dead-sticking your RV, I wouldn't do the first flight.
There was a lot of soul searching going on that night as I cleaned up oil. Honestly my primary thought was "I have no business doing this stuff". I confided in friends that my greatest concern was that now I would be afraid of the airplane.
The next morning we went out and tripled checked everything again and Mike jumped back on the horse and went. This time the flight was flawless. The only real squawk was the autopilot travel was reversed and reversed elevator trim.
Mike landed and I made the next flight. I have to say that for me that flight was just as sweet as if I would have done the first flight.
Be careful out there folks.
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