I had a little money set aside, so I went out to learn how to fly the 1965 Cessna 172 at the local FBO. The instructor and I spent a little time talking about the plane, mainly differences between the 152 and it, then went out to the plane. I chair flew it for a few minutes, then preflighted and fueled it.
Started it up and took off. Immediately noticed that the controls were a lot heavier then the 152. We departed the pattern and climbed to 3,000.
The instructor had me do some steep turns, then some slow flight with flaps and without. I mentioned that I had found a place that would do some spin training, and he said that sounded pretty good.
We started doing stalls, and I was recovering from them good and fast, no secondary stalls.
We climbed a few hundred feet during some of this because of sloppiness on my part. The instructor took the controls during slow flight to show me something and I didn't think much of it at the time. We were in slow flight with the nose up already, and he said "Ok, keep your hands off the controls until I tell you."
No problem, I sat back as he pulled the nose up higher and higher. As it stalled, I think he kicked the rudder or the yoke over, I'm not sure as the next thing I knew, the plane had rotated over on its back, both wings stalled, it pitched down, and we were entering a spin. Instructor: "Go." At this point, I was looking straight down at the ground... through the windshield.
My adrenaline kicked in, and I have to admit, I whooped and laughed as I neutralized the aileron, cut the power, kicked the opposite rudder, and carefully pulled out of the dive. We were pulling a few G's as I pulled out, so I was really careful to manage the load and didn't yank on the yoke.
Full power, retrimmed for climb.
After I had the plane together, I thanked the instructor for the completely unexpected, but very welcome lesson. It was truly great, and it was really helpful to realize that my theoretical training on spins was in my head when I needed it. He didn't have to say anything, I recovered instantly without even thinking about it.
All the flying was great, my real trouble seemed to be landing. It was choppy, sure, but I just couldn't get the plane to fit in the landing pattern groove, and my flares were a little off. After three or four touch & goes (some of them pretty ok by the end), we called it a day. Instructor just wants a little bit of landing practice and he'll sign me off, and sounds good to me.
Note: The 172 seems slightly larger in the cabin then the 152.