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From: djmolny@wnuxb.UUCP (Molny)
Newsgroups: net.aviation
Subject: Re: CFIs -- SOB's vs. Mellow
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Date: Mon, 23-Jul-84 10:26:30 EDT
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Posted: Mon Jul 23 10:26:30 1984
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My first CFI was a mellow SOB.  He got me through private pilot training
in good style, but he has nasty ways of checking your competency.

I flew with him again last month to check out in a 172 RG.  After one
touch-and-go, I climbed to pattern altitude, turned the crosswind,
set up the flaps, throttle, etc., and lowered the gear.  "Look over there,"
he says, leaning over to my side.  "Lookit what?" says I, like a dummy.
"Over there!"  "Where!?"  "Oh, forget it," he says.

About two minutes later, on final, I'm running down the checklist, and I
happen to look out the window.  Double take.  Sh*t, no gear.  Now what?
"No gear," says I.  "Better pump," says he.

To make a long story short, I couldn't get the gear down fast enough manually,
and we went around.  Then he let me replace the landing gear fuse he had
removed earlier.  "Lookit that, my ass," I said.  He smiled.

So much for CFI anecdotes.

						Regards,
						DJ Molny