As is my custom, since I worry about currency and milf…whoops, sorry, I mean MIF ( did I say that) my plane came out of annual a couple weeks ago (lots to talk about there! another thread perhaps, maybe)…
I signed up for a bi-annual and an IpC…after the instructor thoroughly preflighted and flight tested the plane. For the first time in 12years, the flight test resulted in 2 return trips to the mechanic to tweak stuff. Now, it’s declared solid. Ok, let’s go fly…
This was my first time with a young, knowlegable, conscientious (perhaps a tad too much) cfii/atp.
first, 2hours of “ground school”…I needed it. Thanks. Followed by airwork as required…
10 minutes into the flight, mere seconds from joining the localizer, for our first hand flown approach, my accomplished Cirrus instructor decides to tell me how his company does it…power settings, mixture control, cht, egt temps while hand flying our first ils…well, you guessed it…I bombed. BOMBED!..
So much that my new best friend was explaining why he was flunking my ipc and taking away my instrument privileges…whaaaat?
So, devoid of defensiveness, I calmly suggested he let me fly my DAMN plane like I have successfully for over a decade and for him to take a big glass of stfu and let me fly…he said ok…what followed was a sky king performance. Spot on, needles centered…
now the point of this is not condemning my new instructor. I am telling you he’s a pro and knows his stuff. I learned. But, what Iam saying is that it was on me not to have told him sooner, “we now have a sterile cockpit and the next word I want to hear from you is : “good job”! The point? Who’s the boss? Who’s the pic?
Take charge!