On Friday I went up to Concord, New Hampshire for my Helicopter ATP and CFII checkrides with the FAA’s designated examiner, Joe Brigham. The Airline Transport Pilot certificate, which I already have for airplanes, is required for the captain of a huge helicopter used in scheduled air carrier service, and tests one’s ability to fly precisely solely by reference to instruments. The CFII enables one to teach helicopter instrument students, a much calmer environment than teaching primary helicopter students.
I had prepared for the checkride by practicing instrument flying while wearing a hood, to simulated cloudy weather, and doing some moderately crazy maneuvers such as autorotations under the hood (simulating an engine failure in the clouds).
After 3.7 hours of flying, mostly under the hood, I was feeling moderately heroic. Joe had chosen the New England airport with the bumpiest weather that day, winds gusting to 26 knots over the nearby hills and mountains. There were 1000 foot-per-minute updrafts and downdrafts at times. Somehow I didn’t manage to scare Joe too badly, exceed any aircraft limitations, or wander outside of the ATP standards (+/- 50′ of altitude), so I came back with two temporary certificates in my wallet.
Once back at Hanscom Field, I decided to linger and prepare the helicopter for a friend who would be doing a night flight. I had removed the left seat controls for the solo flight back from New Hampshire and was reinstalling them when a retaining pin for the cyclic handle slipped out of my hand, fell on the floor, and rolled into a hole behind the left seat’s right antitorque pedal (something that had never happened to me in five years of flying helicopters). Now the dual cyclic could not be installed and who knew whether the loose pin in the belly would interfere with anything critical. I grounded the helicopter, reflecting on Dirk Laukien’s observation that “pilots are notoriously stupid.” Then I noticed that the Gulfstream G-IV with which we share a hangar had its door open. I found Duane, the mechanic who lives with the Gulfstream, and asked him if he could think of any clever way to get the pin out. Duane brought out a magnet on a stalk and tested it with the pin from our other R44 to confirm that the pin would stick to the magnet. Then he slid the stalk into the hole behind the rudder pedal and came back up with the pin seconds later.
I’ve added myself to our helicopter instrument rating page. I probably should ground myself from monkeying with the removable controls, though…
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