Posts Tagged ‘flying’

Chocks away…

Monday, November 1st, 2010

The good news is that after giving my brain a once over the Civil Aviation Authority (CAA) are happy for me to fly a plane.

Ollie's brain - all in one piece and not a single mouse running around in there...

The sightly less encouraging development is that I seem to alternate between ‘rabbit caught in the headlights’ and ‘gibbering idiot’ when trying to speak to Air Traffic Control (ATC) on the radio. I originally thought that my irrational fear of landing would be the stumbling block. However, landing a plane seems to be easy compared to speaking on the radio. My poor instructor can’t understand why I have such a problem repeating back what they’ve [ATC] just told me. I’m not sure why it’s so difficult either but there’s a risk it’s turning into a phobia.

However, once I can prove I can communicate properly on the radio, take off and land a few more times and pass my Air Law ground exam my instructor will let me go solo! Then it’s just the minor tasks of completing at least another 30 hours of flying, 7 more ground exams and the big ‘general flying exam’ and I’m home free… Well, I guess I would still have to confirm a plane to take, decide where and when to go, how to get there, resolve the various legal and administrative  problems associated with flying across Africa and perhaps then I’ll be ready! Daunting? Yes. Impossible? No (well I hope not).

As with the www.greasysprocket.co.uk website, I’m putting together a site for others that want to either learn to fly or plan their own flying adventure. I’ll also be posting updates to that site with how things are going with preparation. It’s still a working progress but you can have a look on www.aviatenavigatecommunicate.co.uk

Falling off a motorbike may have held up my plans to fly a plane (London)

Monday, July 26th, 2010

All things considered. This summer is going pretty well. London is warm and sunny. Friends and family are well and in good spirits. The skateboard ramp we built in Peru in December 2009 got a 6 page write-up in Concrete Wave skateboard magazine (available in all good newsagents/skate shops). I’m also really enjoying my flying lessons but a potential problem has come to light.

To obtain your Private Pilot’s License you have to have flown at least 45 hours (a proportion of which are solo), pass a number of theory and practical exams and pass a CAA medical examination. The flying lessons with EFG Flying School, at Biggin Hill, had been going well so before committing the next chunk of money I decided to get my CAA medical examination completed. I didn’t want to pay for a lot more lessons and then find out I couldn’t fly solo for medical reasons. I’m fairly fit and healthy so I didn’t think it would be a problem.

Unfortunately I may have been too honest when I completed the pre-medical questionnaire. Within the multitude of ‘yes/no’ questions about my family medical history, previous operations, etc. they threw one in about head injury or concussion. Not thinking much about the consequences I mentioned my motorbike accident in Belize last year, due to the head trauma I received. Those that read the blog may remember that the accident was in the middle of nowhere and although I was seen by some extremely well qualified doctors they weren’t Belizian and there are no medical notes, scans, x-rays, nada… It was only as I was relaying snippets of this information to the doctor during my medical and I could see his face dropping further with every new detail that I wished I’d just answered ‘no’ in the first place. To cut a long story short, he’s going to have to refer my case to the CAA and ask them for advice. So what should have been a formality (I am otherwise fit and healthy) might turn into a show-stopper or potentially costly round of brain scans. Seems that nothing is ever easy…

It wasn’t a totally fruitless visit though. In what was a rather surreal moment during the medical I discovered some interesting facts about my old school house-master. Bear with me on this. Part of the medical involved an ECG scan, where the doctor stuck 8 electrode-pads to my body (4 of which were on my chest). The hairiness of my chest meant that before he could stick the pads, the doctor had to cut away some of the hair to make 4 bald patches. He must have thought, as hairdressers do, that cutting hair is a good time for small talk so he asked where I went to school. Turns out he went to school with, and was best mates with, my old house-master (15 years before he was my house-master). I also now have an inkling why my house-master was so good about all my misbehaviour at school. Seems that he was quite a tearaway in his time. Who would have guessed it?!

I’m hoping we can get this ‘previous head trauma’ thing sorted, especially as I had already started building the website for planning this adventure and have sunk a fair bit into flying text books, lessons and the medical test. Guess I’ll have to wait and see.

I’ve decided to retire the bike! (Puerto Iguazu – 25,371 miles)

Thursday, February 25th, 2010

Quick bit of motorbike anatomy for you. The sprocket is the big cog attached to the rear wheel. The pinion is the small cog attached to the gears and the chain is the thing that joins to the pinion and the sprocket together, thus enabling the engine to drive the rear wheel. The owners manual and the Haynes manual for my motorbike both state in big, bold lettering that I must: “Always replace the chain and sprockets [sprocket and pinion] together. One should never be replaced without the other.” I think it should also have a footnote saying: “Unless you are planning on replacing your high quality German sprocket that still looks new after 24,000 miles with a cheap Argentinian sprocket. In this case we advise you keep the German sprocket.

When I went to have my chain replaced in Puerto Madryn the guy in the shop did say that the sprocket looked good and I only needed to change the chain. He was probably trying to protect me from the crap Argentinian sprocket he had in his shop (the only one that would fit my bike). Unfortunately, being anal about these things, I insisted they replace the lot. In the last 2,000 miles the chain has been slackening at an alarming rate and the sprocket itself is wearing around the teeth. I only know the sprocket is Argentinian because a couple of Argentinian bikers told me when they stopped to chat whilst I was tightening the chain at a petrol station. Apparently the steel is inferior and the sprockets usually aren’t even a perfect circle, which can accelerate wear. Not something I checked before leaving the shop in Puerto Madryn. Bugger! They said the Japanese chain is good, although not an O-ring chain, but they would NEVER buy the Argentinian sprocket. Another lesson learnt.

It’s a shame because this just adds to the list of negative experiences I’ve had in a country I so very much wanted to enjoy. The Argentinians I’ve met in South America (and there have been quite a few) have been incredibly friendly and supremely proud of their country. Desperate for me to enjoy it too. They have offered me places to stay and suggested things for me to see and do but it just hasn’t worked out. A combination of the weather, wind, straight roads and mechanical issues have meant that I’ve just wanted to keep moving and get out as soon as possible. Perhaps in the future I’ll come back to try Patagonia again. Although if I do it won’t be on a motorbike.

It hasn’t all been bad though and I’m pleased to say I’m leaving on a high note. The Iguazu falls in north Argentina are pretty spectacular.

Iguazu Falls Argentina

Anyway, we [the bike and I] are going to limp on to Sao Paulo, where I’ll store the bike with a friend for a couple of weeks before shipping it home. (Making sure that I’ve joined a breakdown recovery service before collecting the bike from UK customs.) I’ll see Brazil by bus and airplane. If the bike could fly (and I sometimes wish it could*) we’ve ridden far enough, in ten and a half months, to have flown round the circumference of the earth. I think that’ll probably do for now.

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* Dad, I’m half serious about the flying idea. If I learnt to fly (and then got rated on the 4-seater) and we split the costs how much do you think a trip round Africa would be. Can’t imagine it would take more than 4 weeks and I’m sure if we ran low on cash there’d be plenty of opportunities to earn a bit extra smuggling (medical supplies, arms, drugs, diamonds, etc.).



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