This morning, hoping things had turned out better then the forecast. I called 800-WX-BRIEF to figure out what the story was.
"Hawthorne FSS." "Hi, I would like a standard weather briefing." "Go ahead." "I will be flying VFR, tail number november eight two fife eight sierra. Aircraft type is a pappa alpha dash two eight dash one six one. Departing SMO Santa Monica via Ventura for SBA Santa Barbara at forty five hundred feet. Estimated time of departure, sixteen thirty zulu." He started giving me the briefing, then asked "Well, can you fly IFR instead?" Right about then I figured out that I would not be flying to Santa Barbara this morning after all. "Ah, that's a negative. Looks like I'll be staying home today." The weather briefer laughed, and I thanked him and hung up. I sat there for a few minutes, thinking, then called ATIS for Santa Monica to see how it was. Visibility was 4 miles, clouds were at two thousand.... not super, but doable.
I take a shower, then call in again. Visibility is improving, so I head out to the airport to solo. Enroute, I call my instructor and let him know that I want to practice landings and takeoffs in the pattern, and he tells me to stay close to the airport because the heading indicator is inoperative and visibility ain't super.
I get to the plane, and start my preflight. I immediately notice that the preflight/engine start checklist card is missing from the airplane. I'm guessing that the last person to flight accidentally took it with them, so I sit there figuring out what to do. I find the checklists for the plane in the operating manual and read over them, mostly the same stuff as the card I usually use, but there are differences. I try calling my instructor, but my cell phone can't connect and the payphone I drive to is busted, so I end up deciding to go ahead and use the manual.
I taxi out, do my runup, then pull up next to the runway.
"Santa Monica Tower, Cherokee 8258 Sierra holding short of two one, left closed traffic." I look over to the right and see a cessna coming in for landing. "Cherokee 8258 Sierra, position and hold." Whaza? He just told me to drive out onto the runway, and I see a plane a half mile out on final. "Santa Monica tower, confirm, there's a plane on final and you want me to position and hold?" "Affirmative." So I drive out, wondering what he's gonna do. "Cherokee 8258 Sierra, clear for takeoff." That's it, I know this plane is crawling up my right side now, so I call out "8258 Sierra unable, there's a plane on short final" as I get ready to drive off the runway, and sure enough, tower comes back with a different voice "Cherokee 8258 Sierra, taxi immediately off the runway to the north" so I punch the throttle and radio back "58 Sierra, exiting the runway with all haste." As I drive off the other side and turn around to hold short, the Cessna lands, and I know there's no way I could have safely taken off. Tower asks me to switch to ground, and I do, dreading the conversation. "58 Sierra with you" I call. "58 Sierra, things get pretty busy here sometimes, and when everything goes right, we can slip planes in and out of the airport real close together." I nod, then radio back "Roger that, I'll be faster next time" because I don't want to argue with them over the radio, but I'm still thinking it was TOO close. More likely, in the future I'll tell them I'm unable if the plane on short final is too close for me. Maybe when I've got more hours, it'll be different, but I could see that Cessna's pilot's Ray Bans...
So I get my clearance, take off, and fly the pattern. Then the next shoe drops. On downwind, the tower asks me to continue downwind as there's a jet on final. So it's pretty hazy but I continue out. I know the terrain, and I'm not gonna hit anything. I can still see at least three miles. Tower tells me they'll call my base turn.
I'm flying downwind, still flying and looking for that traffic when the tower radios "58 Sierra, you are turning base! Continue downwind until I call your base!" The thing is, I'm NOT turning base, just flying downwind, but again, I'm not going to argue. The jet passes me a mile off to the side, and they clear me #2 behind him. By now, the airport is almost out of sight, but I'm ok because, again, I know LA. At least, from the air.
I turn base, and come in behind the jet and land ok. After this, I'm really sweating because I'm convinced that the tower is gonna FAA me, especially if they think that I turned base early towards traffic when I didn't, but they don't say anything. Maybe they'll call the FBO I fly out of, I dunno, but I've got a case of the nerves.
I land, pull off the active and do my post flight checklist. I take a couple deep breaths to slow my heart, then ask tower for clearance back to the runway (they told me to stay on their frequency). I taxi back, and the rest of my flights are uneventful. My landings aren't as smooth as they've been in the past, but I get some good practice, and they get better each time.
Finally, I park the plane and put it all away. .9 hours of staying in the pattern, not as fun as my to-do cross country. I get back to the apartment I've been staying at that I'm helping move out of (ironically, I've been sleeping on a couch in an apartment that's in the building I USED to own, but don't anymore).
The skies immediately clear, and my instructor calls. "Hey Ben, wanna fly to Santa Barbara?" DOH! Now I'm in the middle of a move, but stuck on the ground.
Maybe tomorrow! I'm just under 33 hours now.