Thanksgiving Morning in Georgia
Tuesday night, I picked up Lauren and Bill from Hartsfield. Miraculously, we managed to meet up with minimal delay even in the middle of a massive power outage at the infamously busy Atlanta airport. On the drive home, I pointed out Turner campus where I work - already wondering what it would look like from above. Cynthia had some snacks waiting on us when we arrived. The following morning would be my sister's first ride in a little plane, and my first time in the DA-40.
Wednesday morning, I was up early. After some breakfast, I drove us over to Advanced Aviation. Chris had not arrived yet, so we sat down to wait on him. I could see that quiet look of anticipation/tension on Lauren's face that I had felt the first time. Chris came in the back and I introduced everybody. It was cold outside and this flight was more of a luxury, sight-seeing bit of fun than an actual lesson. So Chris went out and did the preflight while we stayed warm in the office.
Ten minutes later, Chris returned obviously chilled. We were ready to go, except we needed a gas topoff. We walked out to the ramp. The 40 was waiting with the canopies open. I showed Lauren the Cessna 172 and DA-20. We took a bunch of pictures, waiting on the fuel truck. After 2o minutes or so, we got filled up and were ready to roll.
The Diamond Star DA-40
Lauren and Bill climbed into the back, Chris took the right seat, and I the left. Chris noticed me digging around for the handle to adjust the rudder pedals.
"It's electric. There's a switch just under the left corner of the seat," he said.
Fancy. I was already falling in love with the DA-40. Chris told me once I fly it I would not want to get back in the 20. I believed him. We expeditiously went through the checklist, which is similar to the 20 until the avionics check. Our 40 is equipped with a Garmin 1000 flat panel system. Between the monitors are 3 steam gauges: Altitude, Attitude, Airspeed. These guages are backups in case of electrical failure.
As we taxied off the ramp, I could immediately feel how much easier the 40 taxies. It reminded me of the 172. We cruised down, did the run-up. We got takeoff clearance, made a left facing down runway, and hit the throttle. The DA-40's 185 horsepower engine got us to 60 kts quickly. It was much easier to keep the 40 straight than the 20.
We lifted off around 60-65 kts. The climb-out was smooth with predictable right rudder input. Again the stability of the heavier more powerful aircraft became clear. The 40 is far less apt to drift around compared to the 20.
"How's it going? Do you feel ok?" I looked back at my sister.
"Yep. I'm good," she replied and gave me a thumbs up. Her body language agreed with her words. Bill looked fine too.
We headed East for Winder to do a touch and go. Chris keyed the location into the Garmin and hit the auto-pilot. The DA-40 was flying itself; the stick and pedals physically moving. On the primary screen, a "tunnel" of squares formed a 3D spatial route that the computer would follow, flying through the center of each square in series and ending at Winder. It was really amazing to watch the computer fly the plane. As we neared Winder, I switched back to manual control. We circled for the approach, touched down, and boosted back up for a takeoff. Again, the 40 was ultra smooth. Not nearly as much wiggle and drift as the 20
We left Winder and flew north to lake Lanier then southwest into the city. We circled around 10th street where I work.
Auto-pilot is especially handy for sight seeing and generally eases the multi-tasking stresses of piloting a plane. As we landed, I was already getting depressed at the thought of leaving the DA-40 to sit in traffic. We touched down, said goodbye to the beautiful DA-40, and began the painfully slow road trip to Cape San Blas, FL.
Thanksgiving Evening in FL
The drive from Atlanta to Cape San Blas is a voyage to the edge of sanity .. and beyond. Observe here my sister succumbing to what Team Zissou calls "the crazy eye".
Ultimately, the destination is worth the trip. Cape San Blas is a lesser known, but absolutely beautiful beach about 20 miles west of Apalachicola.
The only way I can possibly imagine improving such a view would be to see it from the cockpit of DA-40.