"Ed Huntress" wrote in message
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On Apr 24, 1:35 pm, "Ed Huntress" wrote:

I have my own version: Wresting the controls out of the hands of my
glider
"instructor" as he was about to stall our Schweitzer 2-33 into a pile of
concrete rubble that looked like a WWII tank trap, from 50 feet, and
having
his hand slip off of the stick as I pushed the nose down -- because he
outweighed me by about 100 pounds.

I was lucky that he sweats. It probably was life and death. d8-)

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Ed Huntress

That was something you wanted to accomplish and made the effort to get
it done.

Luck would be having the "instructor" faint and fall against the
control which nosed the plane down.

Dan

If I was sitting behind him, I might have arranged something that had a
similar result. s8-)

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Ed Huntress

Yeah I have my definition of luck: Shortly after take off in a small
helicopter, one blade went to a high pitch angle which shook the helicopter
so hard that I couldn't see the instruments. Mainly the rotor tach. Either
the high pitch angle slowed the rotor or my "Fixed Wing" trained hand did
with the result that the controls became non-functional. First it yawed
uncontrollably to the left, then rolled uncontrollably to the left causing
me to change from helicopter pilot to lawn dart passenger. Had this
occurred just a few seconds later, I would have had sufficient altitude to
really make a splash. As it was, I was only about 40' in the air when it
happened. I cannot account for the timing any way but "Luck". BTW people
often asked me if I had to change my underwear. On the contrary, I suffered
from constipation for three days. It may have had something to do with the
stuck seat cushion.
The metal-work side of this story was that a simple fix was made indexing
the pitch horns to the blade grips so that this scenario would not recur.

Stu Fields