Its been 2 months since my last flight. I swear had i not had this blog on I would have killed myself. To those who don’t know what it feels like to push that throttle and pull that stick I am telling you its soo god damn addictive. There is not a day that goes by that I dont think about it.
I took out my log book after soo many days just to look at it for old times sake and the best part is I can remember each flight almost completely just by looking at 1 line. There have been some really great memories and some not so good ones but thats flying. Truth be told its the bad flights that made me the pilot that I am today. Yes I should have been ashes in that hot Arizona desert if it werent for the training I had got. Its not how I recovered that I remember but how stupid I was to have been in that position.
There is a saying “when you are up in the air, you are dead until you do something.” Well you will be dead if you do something stupid don’t mistake that. I don’t know why I am soo synical cause there were a hundred of us and no deaths though there were 3 prop strikes when I was around. Thats not soo serious its just that the nose came down really hard and struck the prop. Luckily no one got hurt and everyone who had it turned out to be very responsible pilots. No I am not saying that you go strike the prop. Its just that pilots do make mistakes and can only take hard lessons from them. The more you fly the more scars you get I guess and the wiser you become.
Anyways each time I see anyone who flies whether or not I know them or not, I always do a silent prayer. I am sure I am not the only one but each time a pilot goes out he is risking his life and the lives of lots more people if he is not careful. So if you know its just not your day please don’t fly no matter what happens. I remember even cancelling a checkride once because I knew the time wasn’t right. Its not that I am superstitious but there is a time where you develope a sixth sense for these things.
I never believed in this bullshit before but gradually as I flew I kinda knew the bad flights before it happened and I would fly anyways. Not such a great experience trust me. I regret each of those flights. All and all there were 4 such flights which I can never forget cause I should have been dead on all those 4 flights. The worst one being the one in Sin City. I was on final with 30kts of cross wind experience a sudden drop in airspeed and immediately put full power and almost no lift. Luckily nothing was around except the runway but I came in very fast and banked about 15 degrees. Seconds before touchdown my instructor yells get level while I was struggling with the wind. All that commotion made me blank out and if my instructor didnt lift that wing I would have died in Viva Las Vegas.
Its something that will haunt me for the rest of my life and the funny part is even though I am losing touch flying and its been 8 months since that happened I can recall each and every second of that approach. It was just not my day and I had signs it was bad way before it even started. Like how the fuel looked kinda suspicious though nothing was wrong, preflight briefing didnt sound all that convincing and the weather was not right. I was lucky to live that day to write this today. So superstition or not I pray the minute I see a plane in the air or a pilot taking a plane to fly. Its great fun but then when you get “Thatay Shot” (hindi or punjabi slang basically means getting the shit scared outta you) shit can happen. Be safe and dont kill youself.