Walt was kind enough to drop by WVI today for lunch. After some hearty Mexican fare at Zuniga’s (on the field) he offered me the chance to take his plane around the patch.
We went a little further than the patch (down the coast and back) and my landing was not beautiful but not too terrible. I was letting it
roll out long, and just before we reached the
taxiway there was a rather nasty noise and a strong pull to the left–the left main tire had blown.
So I managed to break Walt’s plane, close the main runway at Watsonville for nearly an hour (it was a comedy of errors getting the plane jacked up so we could get a cart under the injured wheel), and got in trouble with my daughter (for not picking her up) to boot. The only injury was to my pride and one side of the wheel pant (which contacted the runway when the tire was flat–they don’t have a great deal of clearance).
It’s not clear what happened, I’m sure a number of people will want to see the remains of the tire.
Luckily the helpful folks at Watsonville Aviation were able to get Walt going again.
Let this be a warning to you! Sigh.