So as far as flying goes, we did not go flying. When I arrived, there were some dark clouds. The radar returns were inconclusive. As I did the preflight, we realized that is was probably not going to happen. We were out there for about 15 minutes and then I went back in to check the radar, and it was conclusive. By that time so were we, so the radar was useless. Last time I checked the radar was supposed to let you know that storms were coming before they came. The interesting thing is that there were about four other planes looking to go up and we all decided it was a no go. Right about that time a Cessna took off, not one of our school's, and we couldn't believe what we were seeing. He was definitely fighting the wind as he climbed he was turned into the wind so the plane was about a 45 degree angle to the left of the runway. Then to top it off the plane turned directly into the storm and flew west. I don't know what they were thinking, but I hope that they are ok tonight. See the thing is, is that when these storms come and it is freezing, even when it is above freezing on the ground the temp. drops quickly, then precipitation will hit your wing and form ice. This in turn ruins the shape of your wing and then....no lift = you go down. So it is pretty serious.
The next story is not related at all. Today Dianna and I were going through some old photos on our computer, and she came across some from my first year at USU. There was a picture of a girl that lived across from me and her dad. I started laughing because this guy thought that we were all the stereotypical broke college students. I don't know if we have more money than in the past relatively, or if we are just less frugal, but we did not live all that conservative. So this guy lived in New Hampshire and he came to visit his daughter. He stayed in a hotel, and one day after he showed up in the morning, he had a big white garbage bag of stuff. We wondered what it was. He gave it to me and said, "I have been saving these at the hotel for you." I looked inside and he had put all the little soaps and shampoos in the bag so we could have them. We all got a good kick out of it. It was nice of him to think of us though.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Flying Story And Another Story
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