My Last Flight (accident report) - and My First One Since!
This last Tuesday I had my first flight since Wednesday, June 13th. What makes this recent flight significant is what happened during the flight of June 13th. On that date I had the most serious "bad landing" that I have ever had. This not so good flight took place at a site called Mossy Bank in Bath, NY
There were a few, not too serious bent or broken parts on my glider. That was not bad, as results go. On the other hand (almost literally) I broke my left thumb and knocked myself silly. The old knogen got bounced a little too hard during the landing.
The result is interesting, in that people who quickly arrived at the scene heard me yell to help get the flattened glider (one busted down tube can cause that to happen) up off me. They then told me that I was otherwise fairly nice. Thing is, I don't remember ANY of it! One witness reported that I hit the ground so hard I didn't know I had had an accident. I don't know because I wasn't there - but was! lol
A puzzling aspect of my memory problem includes that I forgot my actions for about 1-2 minutes before I thumped down. I remember clearly making a plan for my landing approach, and except for probably a 1-2 second image of just before ground contact, I don't remember anything else during the last couple of minutes of my flight.
Luckily I had a GPS recording my (3D) track log. With this, a few days later, I looked to see the part of my flight that I could not remember. Ends up I decided to a alter my approach, but I'm not sure why. My best guess is that an odd cross wind situation had developed and air may have actually begun flowing across and down the slope that I had, 5 minutes before, been soaring.
In the last section of my final glide the GPS shows I moved vertically forward about 300 feet while descending 110 feet. (!!!???) Since I'm flying a topless WW Fusion SP 145, this seems a little shy of its typical 11:1 glide ratio - by quite a bit! It was flying with a 3:1 glide ratio! I can't imagine this happening unless there was a down washing wind coming off the hill and seriously degrading my glide. Just before touch down the glider rotated 180 degrees back toward the hill and I am guessing that was a full on stall at about 15 - 20 feet of altitude. This fits with spectators saying that, at the last second, the glider just "fell" to the ground.
It truly sucks having a fairly bad landing and not remembering any of it (except that brief image flash that I think happened just before I thumped down).
The fun (but not really) part was the almost 70 mile helicopter ride to a far off hospital (as opposed to driving me 6 miles to the local facility?). I have another distinct memory of looking up and seeing the "hub" and one blade of the copter's rotor over my head as I was placed inside. Boy, are those helicopter rides expensive!!!!
The worst part of all this was the memory loss (that came and went for a couple days) and persisting effects from my traumatic brain injury. Luckily, I feel like about 90% of "me" is back in fairly good order. And my left thumb is 95% healed. And guess what that means? I can fly again! Yahoo! In fact, I got my first flight in this last Tuesday.
The flight took place at our local site at Hammondsport, NY. And here's my story of the day -
Well, I got air time today. Launched a bit after 3 pm. In two steps I was off and instantly up 10 feet and then very quickly over launch.
It wasn't generally overly windy. I'd put the winds at 12 - 16 mph with an occasional higher gust to roughly 18 mph. There were some decent thermals but also some decent sink with the mix being almost 50/50.
I only flew for 29 minutes because I didn't want to push things on my first flight since my bad landing. But also, I had hit a sink cycle and was steadily going down. I found myself just high enough to shoot for a top landing - rather then temp fate with a church LZ landing attempt. For HGs, it's dangerous down there because of extensive weed overgrowth and the major fields planted with mature corn.
Anyway, my max altitude was 3,338 feet MSL or about 2,238 ft. over the valley and 1,572 ft. over launch. On my first up cycle climb out I got to 520 ft. over take off. During cycle two, I got to 1,010 ft OTO and got to the 1,572 ft. OTO on my third climb out.
Landing was interesting partly because the last time I did it things didn't go so well. But also, today the wind was a bit blustery - more so on the hill tops. And lastly, this was only my 3rd landing approach into this particular top landing field. Our usual one is planted with corn.
I chose to zip back with about 350 ft to burn off. With any top landing I keep my speed up because hitting some choppy air is very likely. Well, today I added just a bit more speed - in case. I found the air to be the most turbulent of any of my other landings there. The choppy air lasted about 20 - 30 seconds and continued down to about 75 - 50 feet above ground level.
This was something I was hoping wouldn't happen, but as I glided to below 50 feet the air became friendly and got smooth as butter. My landing was powder puff perfect. The contrast between the rowdy air coming in, and the very gentle air close to the ground, was striking. Clearly, there are times when this LZ can pose a challenge.
Finally, I didn't feel any discomfort from my mostly healed left hand. I was glad about that, having figured that it was "ready for action".
I also did some moderate repairs to my glider and with the textured air today, I couldn't pick up on anything odd in the glider's handling. I'll be able to feel out more on a smoother (wonder wind type) day.
Well, that's my story! No one else got out to fly, unfortunately.
Till the next good day -
There were a few, not too serious bent or broken parts on my glider. That was not bad, as results go. On the other hand (almost literally) I broke my left thumb and knocked myself silly. The old knogen got bounced a little too hard during the landing.
The result is interesting, in that people who quickly arrived at the scene heard me yell to help get the flattened glider (one busted down tube can cause that to happen) up off me. They then told me that I was otherwise fairly nice. Thing is, I don't remember ANY of it! One witness reported that I hit the ground so hard I didn't know I had had an accident. I don't know because I wasn't there - but was! lol
A puzzling aspect of my memory problem includes that I forgot my actions for about 1-2 minutes before I thumped down. I remember clearly making a plan for my landing approach, and except for probably a 1-2 second image of just before ground contact, I don't remember anything else during the last couple of minutes of my flight.
Luckily I had a GPS recording my (3D) track log. With this, a few days later, I looked to see the part of my flight that I could not remember. Ends up I decided to a alter my approach, but I'm not sure why. My best guess is that an odd cross wind situation had developed and air may have actually begun flowing across and down the slope that I had, 5 minutes before, been soaring.
In the last section of my final glide the GPS shows I moved vertically forward about 300 feet while descending 110 feet. (!!!???) Since I'm flying a topless WW Fusion SP 145, this seems a little shy of its typical 11:1 glide ratio - by quite a bit! It was flying with a 3:1 glide ratio! I can't imagine this happening unless there was a down washing wind coming off the hill and seriously degrading my glide. Just before touch down the glider rotated 180 degrees back toward the hill and I am guessing that was a full on stall at about 15 - 20 feet of altitude. This fits with spectators saying that, at the last second, the glider just "fell" to the ground.
It truly sucks having a fairly bad landing and not remembering any of it (except that brief image flash that I think happened just before I thumped down).
The fun (but not really) part was the almost 70 mile helicopter ride to a far off hospital (as opposed to driving me 6 miles to the local facility?). I have another distinct memory of looking up and seeing the "hub" and one blade of the copter's rotor over my head as I was placed inside. Boy, are those helicopter rides expensive!!!!
The worst part of all this was the memory loss (that came and went for a couple days) and persisting effects from my traumatic brain injury. Luckily, I feel like about 90% of "me" is back in fairly good order. And my left thumb is 95% healed. And guess what that means? I can fly again! Yahoo! In fact, I got my first flight in this last Tuesday.
The flight took place at our local site at Hammondsport, NY. And here's my story of the day -
Well, I got air time today. Launched a bit after 3 pm. In two steps I was off and instantly up 10 feet and then very quickly over launch.
It wasn't generally overly windy. I'd put the winds at 12 - 16 mph with an occasional higher gust to roughly 18 mph. There were some decent thermals but also some decent sink with the mix being almost 50/50.
I only flew for 29 minutes because I didn't want to push things on my first flight since my bad landing. But also, I had hit a sink cycle and was steadily going down. I found myself just high enough to shoot for a top landing - rather then temp fate with a church LZ landing attempt. For HGs, it's dangerous down there because of extensive weed overgrowth and the major fields planted with mature corn.
Anyway, my max altitude was 3,338 feet MSL or about 2,238 ft. over the valley and 1,572 ft. over launch. On my first up cycle climb out I got to 520 ft. over take off. During cycle two, I got to 1,010 ft OTO and got to the 1,572 ft. OTO on my third climb out.
Landing was interesting partly because the last time I did it things didn't go so well. But also, today the wind was a bit blustery - more so on the hill tops. And lastly, this was only my 3rd landing approach into this particular top landing field. Our usual one is planted with corn.
I chose to zip back with about 350 ft to burn off. With any top landing I keep my speed up because hitting some choppy air is very likely. Well, today I added just a bit more speed - in case. I found the air to be the most turbulent of any of my other landings there. The choppy air lasted about 20 - 30 seconds and continued down to about 75 - 50 feet above ground level.
This was something I was hoping wouldn't happen, but as I glided to below 50 feet the air became friendly and got smooth as butter. My landing was powder puff perfect. The contrast between the rowdy air coming in, and the very gentle air close to the ground, was striking. Clearly, there are times when this LZ can pose a challenge.
Finally, I didn't feel any discomfort from my mostly healed left hand. I was glad about that, having figured that it was "ready for action".
I also did some moderate repairs to my glider and with the textured air today, I couldn't pick up on anything odd in the glider's handling. I'll be able to feel out more on a smoother (wonder wind type) day.
Well, that's my story! No one else got out to fly, unfortunately.
Till the next good day -