You wouldn't think so after my "excursions" on Saturday and Monday.
Saturday I went with a chief instructor for my "Stage one" check. You'd have thought I'd never seen the inside of an airplane before. It was actually embarassing. I literally screwed EVERYTHING up. She'd tell me to execute a maneuver and I'd go almost blank. I struggled with even the simplest things.
I'd like to blame it on the most uncomfortable headset I've ever worn. (Had to send my X-11 back to David Clark to get the right earpiece to work. It had gone dead.) I'd also like to blame it on the fact that the a/c intercom was almost FUBAR and I could barely hear her. I'd also like to blame it on the fact that she's a rather attractive young lady with a rack you can't believe and a blouse that proved they were hers.
I know I'm supposed to be able to fly the thing while dealing with distractions BUT....
She must have gotten in my instructors face pretty good 'cause when I went in Monday, he was not happy. Then I had to go do the same maneuvers while he wrote down what I was doing wrong.
Fairly long list.
OK...I know how to correct SOME of the things I was screwing up, but with some of the other stuff that he said I was doing poorly, he gave me no explanation as to HOW to correct them. (That IS his job ain't it?) We're gonna' have to have a talk about those tomorrow.
After those two sessions, I ALMOST said, "fuggedaboudit". Mrs Mudge told me if I did that, I'd be a quitter. (She's sometimes a bit harsh. Always right, but harsh.)
I'll try it again tomorrow.
Mudge the angry
