Fear And Loathing On The Aviation Trail

As an admirer of Alan Shepard at least as much as any other astronaut, I can say I have said what Alan Shepard has said on at least several other occasions. Thinking a problem existed, but after additional scanning and thought, one or more alternatives presented themselves to alleviate the potential problem. Hallelujah! Icing, windshear, cross wind landings come to mind immediately. Cross wind landings have become nearly easy. Windshear and icing, having happened only a couple of times in over 50 years of flying will always be a consideration. High and hot, landings on the second half of a long runway has always been the plan after landing short in Tonopah, NV, Labor Day week end, 1985. Just made the airport perimeter going through the airport permitter fence and denting the left strut about 2/3rds up. Was not a big dent, but the A/I at the next annual insisted on replacing the strut. Having the dent was a good reminder of what happened. So getting rid of the dented strut was not first choice. And, my wife was with me and said, Oh my God, we are going to die. I respond shut up, I need to land this aircraft. And did. No other problems. A mechanic on the field over the holiday; I was astounded; but looked over the aircraft after I did and could not find a problem. So we flew home to Tracy, CA; at the time. And we filled up the gas tanks at Tonopah and did not run out of gas. Filled up 32 gallons useable on 35 gallon useable tanks. It was a humid day and we were high to avoid the bumps and came down quick from 12,000 feet MSL, carb ice is the best guess, since it was gone on the ground; the plane started right up to taxi to the gas pumps. Yes I did pull the carb ice control, no response, before the engine quit. The airport sent me a bill for the fence I went through, believe it or not! I showed the bill to my boss, and he said he would take care of it. To this day, I do not know if he paid them or told them what they could with their bill! My boss is gone, dying in 2016, I believe, but with me forever. After this event, my wife took pilot training and received a private pilot license; 90 hours of flying and 400 landings. I have 1000 hours and 500 landings; our private joke. She is the landing expert. Cessna 172s forever!