tomshepSeptember 9, 2018, 4:50pm
Madam needs to go out at eleven. The only flyable window for the weekend is early on Saturday morning and I am suffering from sky fever so I jump out of bed at 6AM and by travelling much faster than a Max's Vne am at the field forty miles away by seven fifteen.
Check the aircraft over, warm it up and notice a small misfire. Full power seems ok so the usual drill. Keep it straight, stick forward, tail up, us up. Engine starts to pop and splutter but maintains a rate of climb. Nevertheless, the view of the air filter jumping around and a rather poor throttle response suggests that my trip to the local airfield is off. Turn at 800 feet, height being money in the bank today, and knowing that the circuit is over a dense wood, I turn directly onto a reciprocal heading in the still morning air, knowing that I am the only one there. Too much height to slip it off easily and still some power available, I fly back down the strip and turn for a very decent landing which took the edge off my disappointment. Back this morning with new plugs,caps and plug lead cable. Started easily and ran smoothly up to temperature. Weather, however was a very different matter, blowing fresh and gusty, rocking the 'max back and forth. Flight test will have to wait. Just five minutes so far this month but every month this year so far I have flown the MiniMax. Yesterday wasn't a complete washout though. Driving home, I saw not one, but two Facel Vegas (well over a million dollars' worth these days;) Amongst the most glamorous motor cars ever made between 1954 and 1964, to see just one is a very big event; two together on the road I shall never again see in this lifetime. Carbon footprint of the Abominable Snowman (many were fitted with 6.7 litre hemis) but who cares?
Check the aircraft over, warm it up and notice a small misfire. Full power seems ok so the usual drill. Keep it straight, stick forward, tail up, us up. Engine starts to pop and splutter but maintains a rate of climb. Nevertheless, the view of the air filter jumping around and a rather poor throttle response suggests that my trip to the local airfield is off. Turn at 800 feet, height being money in the bank today, and knowing that the circuit is over a dense wood, I turn directly onto a reciprocal heading in the still morning air, knowing that I am the only one there. Too much height to slip it off easily and still some power available, I fly back down the strip and turn for a very decent landing which took the edge off my disappointment. Back this morning with new plugs,caps and plug lead cable. Started easily and ran smoothly up to temperature. Weather, however was a very different matter, blowing fresh and gusty, rocking the 'max back and forth. Flight test will have to wait. Just five minutes so far this month but every month this year so far I have flown the MiniMax. Yesterday wasn't a complete washout though. Driving home, I saw not one, but two Facel Vegas (well over a million dollars' worth these days;) Amongst the most glamorous motor cars ever made between 1954 and 1964, to see just one is a very big event; two together on the road I shall never again see in this lifetime. Carbon footprint of the Abominable Snowman (many were fitted with 6.7 litre hemis) but who cares?