Maybe three weeks or so ago I had my first visit to a Towered Airport as a student pilot. Boy did I bite off more than I could chew. And needless to say, It seemed like I did everything wrong.
First, it had been two months since I'd last flown. Where I live, calm, clear winter days are so rare that there was no time to waste. No pattern work, no touch and go. Simply startup, taxi out, let 'er rip and giddyup to KFWA. It took a few minutes to get the feel of flying back, but I quickly found myself accustomed to it. Followed highway 3 down to the FWA area, contacted FWA Approach. Nothing interesting yet, just motored my way south direct to FWA. So as we neared closer to the airport, I got something that made my stomach sink.
"Student Pilot 5155P, regional jet traffic 12 o clock, 2 miles, 1000 feet below climbing, report traffic insight."
Everything about that traffic call set of red flags in my head. Directly ahead of me, 2 miles away, only 1,000 feet below me and climbing. Worse, I can't find him. I expressed my worry to my instructor. He shook it off and said "Don't worry about him. We will watch for him and you fly the plane. That is your primary concern." So I listened, but as the seconds ticked I could feel myself shaking, struggling and getting worked up about finding that jet.
I never found him.
"5155P, regional jet traffic 9 o clock, 1 mile, no factor."
Quite a relief that was. A few moments of silence as we plan a straight in approach to runway 23.
"5155P, you have a regional jet about 12 miles behind you, make best forward speed."
Again, here I was worried about traffic. I asked my instructor about "best forward speed." He waved me off and said, "Well, let's add about 100rpm of power. Other than that, no worries."
"5155P, contact Fort Wayne tower on xxx.xx"
So I acknowledged, thanked him for his help, and contacted tower.
"N5155P, go ahead and dog leg your final, runway 23."
I thought to myself.. "dog leg?" My instructor briefly explained.
[to the regional jet behind me]
"Envoyxxxx, go ahead and dog leg your final, you are #2 for landing, runway 23."
[Envoyxxxx] "Ruff!"
Envoy's reply cracked me up a bit.
So I lined up on final and was descending. But something odd, no landing clearance. It seemed like tower had forgotten about us, and we were getting darn close to the runway. My instructor says to me, "Well, we're going to break protocol a bit here. It would seem like ATC has forgotten about u-"
"N5155P, you are #1, cleared to land runway 23."
I acknowledged, but I didn't like the feeling of a regional jet behind me.
Just then, I spotted something. Right next to Runway 23, on the ANG Apron, were A-10Cs sitting proudly on the tarmac, canopies open. I was simply awe-struck at their beauty. I admit, I probably spent more time gawking at the A-10s than I should have.
So I made what I thought, and my instructor thought, was a darn good landing. Now, my instructor had to remind me once we were on the ground that we didn't have any time to lollygag on the runway. There was a regional about 2 miles behind us. So we taxi'd off, and just as we taxi'd off and started down Charlie I caught glimpse of a beautiful round-out, flare, and touchdown of an American Eagle CRJ. Contacted ground, and requested our clearance back to C62. I got my clearance, copied it down on my kneepad, but when it came time to repeat it, I was just... lost. Completely lost. My instructor tried to hurry me along. He said we had a plane behind us and we needed to move. I looked back and sure enough, there is the nose of a CRJ. With it's sloped nose I felt as if it was a bird of prey staring me down. Amazing, none the less.
So I was lost for words, my instructor got a tad upset and reached over, keyed my mic, and repeated the clearance. I stooped my head in defeat. He simply waved me off and said "It happens, first time is always the worst. No sweat." I got "my" readback correct, and started to taxi down Charlie again. Unknown aircraft keys up on frequency: "We've all been there before."
I chuckled a bit and thought, "Maybe I'm no worse of than any other student pilot on his first flight into a towered airport." So while we held short, I held the wheelbrakes and cleaned up the cockpit for departure. As I did so, my instructor asks "Where are we going?" and my head snapped up. Embarrassed, I noticed the plane had started to move a bit. I must have let go of the brakes. I risked a quick glance over at the A-10s at the ANG apron. Beautiful.
We got our takeoff clearance, and lined up on 23. I advanced the throttle to takeoff power, but something was seriously wrong. The airframe shuttered and the engine made these awful noises. I had no idea what was happening. My instructor takes the plane, pulls the power back some, and turns on the carb heat. I didn't know what had happened until he explained it. We had been sitting on the ground for so long at near idle-power that ice built up in the carb. He handed the plane back over, and I throttled back to takeoff power.
After departure, we climbed to 3,000 feet, due home, C62. On our way home, I hear
[don't recall the callsign] "Fort Wayne Approach, xxxxxxx 12 miles northeast of the airport with maneuvers."
He got his clearance to maneuver in the airspace. I then got a traffic call concerning Mr. Maneuvers.
"N5155P, traffic 11 o clock, 4 miles, type A-10, manuevering. Report traffic in sight."
Within a few seconds, I got my wish. There, as pretty as ever, was an A-10, dancing through the turbulence and thermals. My jaw dropped a bit. We reported him in sight, and no factor. Within 10 minutes, we were out of Fort Wayne Approach's airspace and due home. Landed, wasn't great. Kinda biffed it. Full stop, taxi back, took off again for a quick pattern. My instructor likes to quit on a good note. With the wind blowing 230 at around 8-11 knots, landing on 28 back at C62 was a bit harder than straight into the wind at KFWA. But I got my cross-controlling in check and gave one of the smoothest landings I've ever had. Wheels chirped and you couldn't even feel it. Right on the center line. My instructor's happy, I've got a beaming smile, though somewhat upset at myself for all the mistakes throughout the day. Taxi in, shut down, walk in the terminal, hand off my cash and he signs in my logbook. A firm handshake, smile, "Thank you," and that was it.
Looking back, there's so much I did wrong. But it will always be a very memorable flight.

