I just got back from another trip up north to be with my family, so after a week on the ground, I was raring to fly again.
I get to the airport, and it's all sunny, but I don't notice that it's also really hazy and visibility is pretty low. By the time we get to the plane, it's up to 4 miles, but there's a haze over everything.
I take off, and because of the haze, I really needed to use my instruments because my usual landmarks (the beach, mountains, etc) are out of view. The only reason we flew was because we could fly under special VFR if it got worse, but for class D airspace, we were ok. I probably wouldn't solo in it as a pilot, though. An aside, we did a short lesson on special VFR in the classroom, and I was able to ask a question that merited a review of the FAR (it's the book of laws related to flight). My question was how to do special VFR at an uncontrolled airport, and it turns out you can't. Anyhow, back to flying: I flew up the coast to malibu, then did some stalls to review, then he had me do stalls under the hood.
It was a very different sensation, stalling under the hood, because the plane starts to shudder and the horn starts hooting, then it drops out and I had to use my artificial horizon to stay oriented during recovery. Did a few of those, and that was good.
Had a chance to tell some humorous ATC I'd read about on the internet (for example, the F-16 asking for immediate clearance to land because his engine was running peaked and being told that he was #2 behind a B-52 that had to shut down one of its engines. He responds, "Ah yes, the dreaded seven engine approach.")
Then I did some steep turns (45 degrees) over the Santa Monica Mountains to review, and he had me do THAT under the hood too. In some ways, it was easier to do that under the hood because I wasn't staring straight down at the ground.
I landed and went to work. This afternoon, I went back, and we did closed pattern flying. This is just taking off, turning, flying back along the airport, then landing, like a box.
I take off and as I passed 1,000 feet and was turning left to get into the crosswind leg, he pulls the throttle back to idle and says 'You just lost your engine.'
So I got the plane to 73-ish knots (the best glide speed of the Piper Cherokee) and looked for where to land. I looked back at the runway, and decided there was no way to make it there, so I started looking for other places. We're over Mar Vista/Venice, so it's really dense. I point out Venice High School's football field and say "I think I'll go there" and turn towards it. He says "I think I see kids on the field, and we don't have a horn on this." So I decide to put it down on Venice blvd instead. I begin my descent for a few seconds before he gives me back power and lets me climb up to the pattern altitude. In retrospect, I should have turned right and headed for the beach if it were a real emergency, but the thought never occurred to me because I was really worried (at the time) about pissing off ATC. In a real emergency, I hope I'd be able to put their concerns second so I could get down safe.
We do some landings, then some touch and goes. As I'm taking off one time, he pulls back the throttle a little and says 'your engine is sputtering', and I pull it back to idle and begin to angle off the runway before he tells me to go ahead and take off, so I throttle up and take off again.
The most exciting moment was a few minutes later when, on the downwind leg, he throws open the door and yanks the airplane onto its side and says 'We've just had a midair collision! Control your plane!' So I straighten up the plane and look for the airport. He asks 'Is it still flyable?' and I affirm, so I begin setting up for an emergency landing. I begin my descent, now that I know where I am in relation to the airport. Meanwhile, the cabin is full of noise because we're going about 90-100mph and the air is rushing around inside. I turn to final and my instructor suddenly says 'Oh crap!'. I ask him what happened, and he says the hood (that he has me wear for instruments) got sucked out the door. It's pretty funny, and I have to laugh. This lightweight plastic hood probably fluttered to the ground and looks so alien, nobody who's not a pilot who picks it up will have any idea what it is.
I come in a little high, so I do a couple of full slips to lose some altitude, then land us.
Tomorrow morning, we're gonna do some more full engine failures so I can do the whole checklist and on Wednesday, I fly with the owner of the airplanes. He wants to see me fly before he sends me up alone in a $60,000 airplane (I guess that's reasonable), then I'll be ready to solo.