If the statistics are to be believed, the pilot population is both ageing and shrinking. Unfortunately, only one of these may be said about me.

Student Pilot retention is also considered to be a significant concern. A large number of people are plucking up courage to walk into what can initially seem to be an unwelcoming and overwhelming environment and are signing up to flight training. They are enjoying  the those great initial successes, mastering maneuvers, soloing and learning navigation, They are buying into the majesty and freedom of flight and are spending a significant amount of money. Then, they drop out without achieving their ticket.

Many heads are being scratched on how to stop this happening. For example, Aviation Week's Benet Wilson wrote an interesting article in October 2010 about the AOPA's attempts to study student pilot retention. 

As it is a subject that I currently feel very close to, so here are my thoughts.

I am a Student Pilot. I started learning as soon as my family and I were settled in the US and as soon as the TSA were happy that I was emotionally, dialogically and imigrationally stable. I have a regular source of income (so far) and a supportive family. I have always worked in the Aerospace Industry and that is far from accidental. I get aeroplanes. I enjoy and understand their systems. I like their history and get a massive kick about being able to fly. So why do I find myself wondering if I ought to drop out of training? And why haven't I seen my instructor in months?

My hiatus from flying began, innocently enough, with a mechanical failure. The day before my first solo cross country flight, the Piper Archer I was learning in failed its 100hr inspection. The flight school only had one Archer, so I couldn't just jump into another to continue. It would take a couple of extra flights to convert to a Cessna 172, so it made more sense to sit it out and wait. And wait. And wait. Three months on, the good news was that the Archer was fixed. The bad news was that the owner withdrew it from the lease-back arrangement he had with the flight school.

OK, so I'm going to convert to a 172. No problem. My instructor suggested that as we were now into the winter months I might as well get my head into the books and study for the Ground School.., and that I did. I determined that with a loving, playful three year old son in the house I'd be better studying after work, at work. As I am once again one of those managerial types, I am lucky enough to have my own office. Every evening for many, many weeks I would wait until the mayhem settled down for the evening and then close my office door and study. At the point I felt comfortable - strangely coincident with the point at which I'd got to the end of my study book - I talked to my instructor about once again getting together.

In the US system, you can't just walk into the flight school and ask to sit the test. You need an instructor's endorsement to save you money and everybody time if you are not ready. I need to demonstrate my new knowledge to my instructor. I am a big fan of my instructor. Under his tutelage I progressed quickly. I like his training style and we have socialized away from training. Unfortunately, instructing is a secondary occupation for him. His main occupation is Corporate Pilot and, as I previously wrote here, I have benefitted handsomely from his other life.

But now our schedules don't seem to be meshing. We have spent months trying to get together to no avail. In the interim, money put aside for flying has been spent on life's little surprises, the pattern of family life has evolved, work has taken far too much of my free time and my TSA Alien Flight Training authorization has expired. I have almost begun to wonder if I should let it go and use the savings and weekly put-asides for something more family related.....

Except.

I have a friend named Carlo. He is the perfect friend for a student pilot, and every student pilot should have a friend like him. Every time a doubt creeps into my mind, Carlo appears and offers me a flight in his Lockwood Aircam, or to come to see some other interesting and unusual aircraft that one of his many aviation friends has, or even just to do some hangar flying.

Our last day out went something like this: Take off from Martin State airport in the Aircam. Use almost no runway and climbout like the Space Shuttle. Cross to Essex Skypark (a flight of about 10 minutes) passing about 30ft over a Golden Eagle.

Land, taxi, help some friends put aluminium siding on one of the hangars, head out again in the Aircam as we have someone to meet at Martin State.

Hang out for a while in one of the large hangars, in and around a part-built Mustang kitplane and under the rotors of a Sikorsky S-92.

Head out in the Aircam for lunch, crossing the Chesapeake at 100ft indicated, taking care to stay 500ft from any person, vessel, vehicle or structure. If that means fly around the many boats then so be it. If that means power on and fly over then that works too. Ospreys and Golden Eagle number two. Sweet!

Stay politely away from the shoreline before a breaking through a gap in the trees to land at America's oldest fly-in community, the grass strip at Kentmore. Fantastic crab cakes at the marina, a five minute walk from the airfield and then back across the bay at 100ft. "Martin Tower , experimental 119 Charlie Kilo inbound, request transition the bay at low level", "119 Charlie Kilo, low level approved. Let us know when you are 3 miles out."  Spot third Golden Eagle (this one roosting in a tree) and dozens of rays swimming just below the surface. Deer look up from the middle of farm fields as we pass and scamper off for cover. You can see why this aircraft is perfect for the National Geographic to film from, after all that's what and who it was designed for (Air - Cam(era)).

It's a fantastic aircraft and everyone should try one.

So now I'm pumped up again and I'm going to see my instructor this weekend (hooray!). I can't wait. I'm also counting the days to EAA Airventure Oshkosh and if that doesn't keep me interested I don't know what will.

 So here's my suggestion to AOPA et al. The answer to Student Pilot Retention is simple: every new student should get an instructor and a Carlo.

To my deep frustration, I've not done much flying for these past few months.

I was doing so well in the autumn and built on my solo with my first dual cross country flights. My last scheduled training flight was to be my solo cross country from Martin State Airport (KTMN) to Cambridge-Dorchester airport (KCGE).

It's a simple flight with one or two things to watch out for. On climb-out from Martin, don't climb above 2500ft until you've crossed the Chesapeake Bay or you'll bust BWI's airspace. Don't drift too far left (North) or you'll be into the Aberdeen Proving Ground's airspace. That would be bad. Once across the water, climb to 3000ft to ensure you clear Easton Airport when you get there. At your turn point there's a single turn south and a highway to follow all the way to your destination.

Flying over the Eastern Shore of Maryland is a picturesque endeavor. Whilst it may lack the rolling mountains or savannahs of other states, it is a relatively sparsely populated with scattered towns. Sometimes I daydream of owning one of the many farms with a private airstrip that seem to litter the Section Chart in this area. It's just a shame I have no interest in farming.

So, I have managed a couple of trips to KCGE and have had two notable happenings. The first was the radio call as we taxied to parking next to the reportedly great eatery: "Piper Archer taxiing to parking..., the restaurant is closed today". Damn. That was going to be my first $100 hamburger. The second was a radio call as we approached the airport. The FAA impresses on instructors here how important it is to teach students frequent positional reports when approaching uncontrolled airports. So 15 miles out we reported "Cambridge, Piper Archer is 15 miles out inbound to land, Cambridge". At 10 miles out we reported "Cambridge, Piper Archer is 10 miles out inbound to land, Cambridge". At 5 miles out we reported "Cambridge, Piper Archer is 5 miles left 45 downwind to land, Cambridge". As we turned onto downwind, we heard "Cambridge, King Air is 2 miles downwind to land". Really??? Really??? Have you not been listening? As we peeled right out of the pattern, madly scanning for our new close neighbour, my instructor called "King Air this is Piper Archer also 2 miles downwind for Cambridge, what's your EXACT position?". "Oh, Piper Archer, I can see you. I'll follow you." "No, you're good. You're faster than us. We will rejoin behind you". So, a lesson learned then. Make lots of position calls, don't assume everyone else does.

And with my eventful few flights done, I prepared for my solo cross country. Flight planning was simple. I was practiced and confident. As soon as the Archer came out of its 100 hour check, I'd be the first one in and off I'd go. Except, the 100 hour check didn't go so well. Something was found that required the wing to be removed and this took months. The flight school only has one Archer and as I'm bound to the flight school by the TSA Alien Flight Student program, I couldn't go hunting down a replacement. And now, the owner of the Archer has withdrawn from the leaseback agreement he had with the flight school and the aircraft has dropped off their books.

So now I find myself in the New Year looking to change planes and it looks like a Cessna 172 SP fitted out with a Garmin G1000 glass cockpit will be my next ride. I'm still not the greatest high wing fan, but I have to admit that I've warmed to the 172 having made a few flights while the Archer was out of service, including taking my parents sightseeing. One of these flights was taking my Father-in-Law up to Lancaster, PA for breakfast. There's a video of it below.

I will say that in the past I've owned one or two cars that I enjoyed looking back at as I crossed the parking lot, walking away. Walking across an airport parking area, slipping the Cessna keys into my pocket gave me a MUCH bigger grin.

It has been a while since I updated you on my flying progress and I am proud to report that I have been solo for the first time..., again.

For most pilots, flying Solo is the first major milestone during their training. It is the moment when suddenly your long held dream of being a pilot becomes realised. You are far from finished with your training, but you are flying unaided and unaccompanied in a real aeroplane. There is a real risk of death or serious injury, but your life is in your hands and your instructor has enough confidence in your ability as a pilot to let you go flying alone. Heady stuff.

For me, this has happened twice. In 1998 I was sent to work in France for what I thought would be one year. Not long after I arrived, and feeling flush with no responsibilities and a hansom international working wage supplement, I sought out the local flying club and signed up to learn how to fly..., in French. I reasoned than despite my lack of ability in the French language (which has now significantly improved) I would be able to quickly learn the limited vocabulary required and, anyway, a scream from an instructor is a scream in any language. Thus, thirteen and a half hours later after another short lesson of circuits, touch and goes or trips around the pattern (depending on the reader's nationality) , my instructor prematurely directed me to parking and then told me he was getting out. My first thought? "If you're getting out, then I'm getting out too".

Then, bracing myself for the task at hand, I taxied the Robin DR400-140 up to the end of runway 29, checked for approaching aircraft , lined up on 29 without a radio call, paused, and went. The all wooden Robin leapt forward with three of the four seats empty. Climb-out was way faster than when I was accompanied and all too soon I was well into my usual right hand circuit (pattern) and mentally preparing for the sight picture at the top of final approach. I gave no radio calls as this was a very small club-owned field and had very little traffic. In fact I had never been in the pattern with another aircraft and always had the field to myself. As I turned for landing, the 3000ft x 82ft (950m x 25m) runway looked very small indeed. I told myself to imagine that I'd been doing this all my life and coming in a little high (a carryover from soloing in a glider when I was sixteen) I greased the landing on the centerline and gently brought the aircraft down to taxiing speed with plenty of tarmac to spare.

Fast forward to this month and I am flying the Piper Archer II with my instructor. We had just completed our third time around the pattern and all went well apart from a gentle reminder not to extend my upwind leg too far and to turn crosswind just past the mile mark. As we landed for the third time my instructor told me to head for the taxiway and called the tower controller for clearance to taxi to the base of the tower. This is new, I thought, it must mean the solo I have been expecting is here. Looks like I'll get one more go round the pattern today then. Oh, he wants me to do three times round the pattern on my own. Cool. My new call sign is "Student Pilot 3416 Quebec" and I WILL be calling Martin Ground and Martin Tower at every possible opportunity. So out he climbed and with the door secured I took several deep breaths while I listened to the Automated Tower Information Service (ATIS) for the latest weather and winds information. The latest information was labeled "Zulu" so I called "Martin Ground, Student Pilot 3416 Quebec is at the tower with Zulu for taxi to the active for closed pattern". The clearance to taxi came with an instruction to use a discrete transponder code to let him identify me. Already this is felt like a very different experience from before. I taxied to the run-up area past Gulfstreams and Bombardiers. I did my checks, tuned Tower frequency and headed to the hold-short line of runway 15.

From the edge of the 6996ft x 180ft (2132m x 55m) runway 15 I watched a Cessna 172 Skyhawk make a landing, made a mental note to do better than that, and called that I was ready to go. I confirmed the "Position and Hold" instruction, but rather than taxiing straight out onto the runway, I hesitated double and triple checking and was still at the hold point when I got the clearance to take-off. And with no sign of the Skyhawk ahead, off I went.

As with the Robin before, the Archer really showed an impressive increase in performance from the absence of passenger. As usual, I was still climbing through nine hundred feet when I got to my first turn point on the left hand pattern and I was just stable at the thousand feet pattern altitude and getting ready to turn downwind when the tower called "Oh come on guys, you're supposed to FOLLOW each other. Archer you are now NUMBER ONE for landing". What, what, what just happened? I've made one turn as a solo pilot, what could I have possibly done wrong?  Just how much trouble am I in now?

The Skyhawk I had seen land earlier hadn't actually landed. It was doing touch and goes, as I was planning to. I had tuned to the Tower frequency after they had been "cleared for the option"  and this would have been a big clue that they weren't planning on stopping. I had also not registered that they did not call "clear of the runway", so now that the runway was clear they must have left it flying. The Tower didn't warn me that I was number two in the pattern and with my adrenalin pumping I didn’t think twice about it. So now they were flying the same course as me and when they extended their upwind ahead of me, rather than turning at the point I usually turned, I didn't see them when I turned with my aircraft's nose still high. So I had turned inside them and had inadvertently taken the lead.

This was stress I didn't need on my solo, so as the least popular pilot in the pattern I went back to business determined to be the best pilot I could be. My first landing was as near to perfect as I get and the first two times around the pattern were notable only by the fact that there were now two other aircraft flying with me and for the tone of displeasure that came back when I called my position and intentions. At least my turns, speeds, altitudes and radio calls had all been perfect.

As I reported my intention to "Full Stop" my final landing I was told I was "Cleared to land, Number 2 for landing". I reported "Looking for Traffic" and extended my downwind whilst scanning the skies. Eventually, still unable to see the other plane, I called "Student Pilot 3416 Quebec is still looking for the traffic". "Traffic is no longer a factor" came the reply, indicating that they had long since landed. I turned base and final and landed with no problems.

As I cleared the runway the Tower called "Cleared to Taxi to the T-Hangars", our usual home. I replied with "Actually, I'd like to taxi to the base of the tower please, 3416 Quebec". "3416 Quebec cleared to taxi to the base of the tower...... say, was this your first solo?".  "Er, yes, couldn't you tell?". "Uhm, no..., not really. Congratulations".  And with a great sense of relief and slight astonishment that I'd been congratulated by a previously annoyed and never more than businesslike tower controller, I taxied back to meet my instructor.

So two solos, two aeroplanes, two completely different flying environments and the experience couldn't have felt more different. The first seemed more about surviving. I could handle the aeroplane, but flying into that field always felt like I was setting up for an aircraft carrier landing. I was so focused on just flying I would have really struggled with any more workload. The second solo was almost not about flying at all. Like the difference between learning to drive and having driven for years, my concentration wasn't on the mechanics of flying the plane, it was on the world outside the aircraft. Sure, I was still concentrating on my speeds, positions and altitudes, but the experience was more about being a good user of the busy airport's airspace.

The last big difference is more subtle. Before I set off in the Robin I knew that it was going to be my last flight at the club. My funding had been pulled and I was to return to England with my salary readjusted to a level that would stop me flying. My solo seemed like the perfect end to my French adventure. In contrast, my solo in the Archer isn't an end at all, it is a beginning. I have already started to fly cross country and would have performed my solo cross country, if it wasn't that the aircraft is out for maintenance.

Now I am in uncharted territory. Now I get to see the utility of the hobby I have chosen. I have dreamed of taking my family flying, now I can dream of taking them places.

And I love learning how to do it.

I have a vision of my automotive future and it is automated.

My family would lease a vehicle large enough for carrying us and whatever we need to take with us. It would take me to work and here's the unusual bit, it would take itself home for whatever my family need of it. It doesn't need to be sat in my employer's parking lot all day. If it needs charging or fuelling, why should I stand guard over it? It can go sort itself out and my contract with whichever fuel provider will take care of the payment. On the odd occasion we need to be in two places at the same time, our lease agreement would ensure a second loan vehicle would appear, driverless, when needed. Servicing, of course, would be provided. Drinking and driving, a thing of the past. Kids need picking up from school? The car can go.

Now this doesn't mean that I want to chase cars from the streets. Far from it, I love cars and driving, but there are better things I could be doing in the time to and from work than avoid crashing in traffic. When I want to go for a drive there are better times to do it than rush hour.

As I understand it most, if not all, of the technology to make this happen already exists. There is, however, a problem of public perception. I mean, cars driving around on their own? What about "sense and avoid"? Won't they just mow down all of the slow moving children, elderly and small furry mammals that cross our streets? Well, actually, I can't imagine it getting distracted, being half asleep or being clamped to a mobile phone (like seemingly half of all the drivers I pass in my new homeland). So why not?

So I was very interested to read David Learmount's post about The lonely airline pilot . As manufacturers like Embraer consider the future of single pilot cockpits and remotely or even optionally piloted aircraft are already with us, what will people think of more automated air travel? Irrespective of the fact that the autopilot already automates large potions of the flight, who would be comfortable if there weren't two people watching it, vigilantly?

To be fair, the idea of being the only person locked into the front of an aircraft for hours at a time doesn't fill me full of the joy of flying. I can't see that it would make for a great recruitment drive. At least with two you can have animated discussions about what's going on in your lives, like, er, the latest crew scheduling. 

How about no pilots at all then? Even though I can see much merit in having a NASA style control room, filled full of the brightest and the best, controlling the aircraft should things ever go wrong, I just have to wonder who it was that held my life in his hands whilst he nipped down the hall to the drinks machine for a quick coffee flavoured beverage and a Kitkat.

A bead of sweat is starting to form on my forehead. It could be the Maryland humidity and we've seen record temperatures recently, but I don't think so. My grip on the yoke is tighter than before. Gone, the sometimes forced relaxed posture in the left seat of the Archer. My eyes, robbed of the what now seems a most generous view of the Maryland countryside, scan furiously in the pattern that I've just been taught. As I make my first turn to meet the VOR radial, my instinct to look into the turn rewards me with only darkness and an unobstructed view of the side panel of the aircraft. At least I now seem to be flying level and the initial gentle porpoising has subsided. 

Going "Under the Hood" is quite literally putting on a visor that obstructs you view of outside the aircraft and to do this so early in my training is a little unusual, so I'm told. In this case the intention was to give my family a flight with few maneuvers, whilst not flying a sightseeing tour that wouldn't progress my learning.

So what is it like? Disorienting, focused, unnatural, but ultimately managable.

The lesson gradually built up my workload. Starting with straight and level flight, then turns without changing altitude. Next find and line up on a VOR radial.

A VOR (VHF omnidirectional radio range) station is a ground based beacon than sends out a signal than identifies 360 spokes around the signal called "radials". You can set which radial you want to follow and a gauge in the aeroplane will tell you if you are flying to or from the VOR and a needle swings to the left or right to guide you back onto the right track when you drift off course. Using both VOR gauges tuned to two different VOR stations and identifying which two VOR radials cross where you are will allow you to fix your position should you be lost.

So, now I am following the radial and continuing my scan of the instruments: artificial horizon, airspeed, artificial horizon, altitude, artificial horizon, heading, artificial horizon. This scan replaces any external reference and it is essential to keep your eyes moving. I found, from time to time, my eyes getting stuck on a gauge transfixed by a value that isn't where it should be. All the time my eyes settled in one place, the numbers on all of the other gauges started to diverge from where I needed them. An unintended turn, a change in altitude, speed dropping off. Small changes, constant scanning.

The last test was a descending, constant airspeed turn to a heading. More workload, more concentration, more numbers to hit. I really enjoyed these games and I will play them until I'm really proficient. I know that ultimately my life will one day depend on playing them well.

Responsibility is something that sneaks up on you as you go through life. I never went looking for it and it snuck up on me while I wasn't looking. Above all else, I am responsible for the financial security of my wife and 2 1/2yr old son and in more subtle ways for their safety, health and happiness. This sits well with me and I am proud to support them.

Being responsible for their safety has never been more in my mind than when doing the walkaround inspection of the Piper Archer before my lesson a couple of weeks ago. As soon as I was finished I invited them aboard the aeroplane and showed them how to strap into the back seats. After sitting him on a booster cushion, I carefully placed an almost comically oversized headset on my son, showed my wife how it worked and then set about the pre-engine start checklist with my instructor.

At this point I had the clearest vision of why I'm so keen to get qualified - to share the experience as much as I can - and it was an opportunity to get them comfortable with flying in a small aircraft. If they don't take to flying then potentially my chances to use this not yet achieved licence will markedly decrease.

Off we went to do the lesson. This wasn't a simple sightseeing flight and my instructor worked me hard doing exercises I haven't done before. All the while my family sat patiently in the back, enjoying the Maryland countryside. We turned for home and once we were back at the T-hangars I had the chance to find out how they got on. "Fine, it was fun", said my wife, though she told me that my son was just on the cusp of having enough of being strapped into his seat as we turned to come home. "Did you have fun?" I asked him as we sat him in the front seat before we pushed the aeroplane back into the hangar. "I want to take off." came the answer. "Well, how about: you do steering while we do pushing?"

 As he happily steered with the control column, we carefully placed the aircraft back in the hangar using the towbar to steer the nosewheel.

So now my son tells me regularly of the time he drove the aeroplane into the garage and asks when we'll go flying with Daddy and Mr Dave (my instructor) in Daddy's airplane. I hate to disappoint the young lad so I'd better get on and get my training done. 

Responsibility means that I will take the greatest care in preparing for flying with my family and I will concentrate on making my skills and experience all they should be when carrying my most precious of passengers.

 I just I won't tell him that I actually only rent the plane.

I have heard that someone's Grandmother often said "Look after the pennies and the pounds will look after themselves". If it was my Grandmother, then sorry Nan, I should have paid more attention. In my defense it seems that I am in good company in this industry.

I am not really thinking strictly about finances either. So many aspects of our industry stand or fall on our vigilance of the pennies, the details in the work, rather than on the bigger picture. New product development and Qualification, Manufacturing, Quality and Inspection, Safety. Details matter. I had been thinking about this for a while and struggling how to illustrate the point, when at the end of 2009 Southwest Airlines handed me a perfect example. The news was that Southwest fitted Non-certified Parts to 42 Aircraft and the FAA were investigating. It sounded shocking, but look closer. Their approved maintenance facility procured exhaust gate assembly hinge fittings from an approved supplier to an approved design. Unfortunately, the supplier wasn't approved to produce this part. They had the capability, but not the clearance.

I don't want to single out Manufacturing or Inspection, the same issue affects us all. Picture all of the Engineering departments working to design and develop new products to meet the thousands of customer and regulatory requirements. There is always pressure to meet deadlines and it is human nature to push on to create, to put pen to paper, or draw lines on the screen. Do we have time to spend weeks going through all of the requirements without producing anything to show for it? Can't we tie up the loose ends when we finish?

I once attended a trial "6Sigma for Design" course. The company had chosen a few of us to attend and give feedback ahead of rolling the approach out to the rest of the company. The rest of the company never saw the course. This was mostly because the method suggested using MUCH more manpower at the beginning of the project than is traditionally used. More people, more expense and seemingly no more progress, even though all of the details would be addressed early. The idea was to avoid all of the expense of throwing people at resolving the last minute problems, the delays, the test failures and the unanswered questions. It was scuppered because saving money over years by spending more than everyone else has never been an argument that holds much sway at monthly budget review time. 

Sorting out the details that were left to later costs money. Call it "Cost of Quality" or "Non Reoccurring Cost over-runs", use some resource now to tame that Devil in the Details or he will run rampant later with your budget and your reputation.

I love flying. I used to love airline travel more than I do, but I am enjoying absolutely everything about taking lessons for my Private Pilot's certificate. Buckling up in the Piper PA28-181 Archer II, taxiing, lining up on the runway and pushing the throttle to the firewall is the most fun I've had in ages.  Yes, of course I understand that I'm on the baby slopes end of the aviation spectrum and there are far more exciting aircraft than an Archer, but that really isn't the point.

Then, one day my instructor mentioned to me that he was off to do his day job at the weekend. He works for a base in Maryland that manages aircraft for their owners. As he is effectively working for the owner when he flies his regular ride, he is operating under FAR Part 91 (General Operating) rather than the more controlling FAR Par 135 (Commuter and On Demand Operations). The PC12 NG is single pilot certified and that leaves the right seat free. So, would I like to come along?

Er, would I? I took time to consider how this opportunity might come again. I considered all of the millionaire owner-pilots that I know that might have neglected to mention that they were millionaire owner pilots. I waited until he'd finished asking and said calmly, "Sure, that would be great, thanks".

Thus, on Saturday morning, dressed as smartly as an owner would expect of their pilots, we set off on the forty-five minute drive to the airport. We were met with this:

It's a Pilatus PC12NG and is beautiful inside and out. Well, maybe it's got a face only a mother could love, but it certainly has ramp presence.  "It is just like a big Archer", my instructor lied. Yeah, an Archer with a PT6 in the nose. First things first: training on how to use the huge cargo door and how to close the cabin door without the folding steps banging as they swing shut. This will be my job when we pick up our passengers as it will allow the real pilot extra pre-flight time in the cockpit to reduce any delay.

The plan was to fly IFR from Maryland to a small airport in New Jersey, pick up a small group and whatever they wanted to bring back and then deliver them safe to their home airport. On the outbound leg we would be empty; the return would be entirely at the passengers' schedule. FADEC controlled start-up was much simpler than the sometimes cantankerous little Archer and after lining up on the taxiway, my instructer said "over to you, but watch out for the toebrakes, they're a little sensitive". I get to taxi? Cool. He was right about the brakes.

"OK, when we get clearance, line it up on the runway and push the throttle full forward". I get to takeoff? Uh, ok. Um. Seriously cool.  

"The magenta symbol is the Flight Director. You keep the yellow triangle nicely tucked into that and it will take us where we're going". I guess those wasted hours on MS Flight Simulator weren't wasted after all.

I have to admit that for the forty minute flight my eyes were transfixed on that little pink icon. The only time I looked out of the window was when the traffic passing from 9 o'clock, 1000ft above was suddenly an Embraer 145 that seemed to fill the top of the screen as it passed from left to right. One thousand feet separation looks like much less than it sounds.

 I relinquished control for the approach and landing, and did so happily. It gave me a chance to watch the C-17 that was sharing the airspace with us and then to see the man at work. Once down, a quick blast of reverse pitch brought our speed down handsomely.

And then we waited; people don't buy an aeroplane to be on our schedule. As the passengers arrived, we were polite and courteous. Unload the car? Sure. Load the bags and effects into the aircraft? I'll just pop the cargo door open and pass them in for the pilot. Wait for the group to board and close the door without the steps banging. Glad I practiced that, I looked like I knew what I was doing.

Then back to home base with my instructor showing what serious experience can do for you. Fly the aircraft, listen out for air traffic control messages, negotiate for shortcuts, keep watch for other aircraft. I aspire to this level of time management and I will practice.

When all was said and done I thanked my instructor for the opportunity. Now that I think about it, next time I see him I'll thank him again.

As I have mentioned previously, I am training for my Private Pilot's Certificate at Martin State Airport (KMTN) and there are several interesting features of this airport.

Sitting on the edge of the Chesapeake Bay, the airport was founded in 1929 to service the factory just founded by Glen L Martin. Much of the factory's product was rolled straight into the bay and was flown off the water. Thus, whilst the 6,996ft runway 33 points inland, runway 15 ends not so far from the water's edge. Engine out procedure below 650 ft on runway 15 eventually involves a boat ride and a change of clothes.

The local airspace requires tidy flying too. KMTN sits neatly under controlled airspace for Baltimore/Washington International Thurgood Marshall Airport (KBWI). So no climbing above 2500ft at the airport location or to the South over the bay. Heading North East there is no climbing above 3500 ft until clear of the controlled airspace. You can't head due East as this heads straight into a Military Restricted Airspace Zone over the Aberdeen Proving Grounds and due West the KBWI airspace drops to 1500ft heading over Baltimore and you have to deal with the Washington DC Special Flight Rules Area.

Thus, climb-out from 33 for practice is to the North East and climb-out from 15 is a climb over the water to 2000ft then two left turns and parallel the runway as if you were high in the pattern, before heading out North East to play.

The Washington DC SFRA adds its own special flavour to this mix. Following 14 CFR Parts 1 and 93, any pilot  flying from within 60 miles of the DCA VOR/DME has to take online course and a short exam. Once passed, the system prints you out a certificate that must be carried with you in the plane. So even before I was cleared by the TSA to fly, I had sat through the half hour online course and taken the exam...., which crashed before it printed out the results. So even before I was cleared by the TSA to fly, I had sat through the half hour online course and taken the exam...., twice.

So what's it all about? Well, for if you are a pilot who wants to fly near Washington DC, and plan to get within 30 miles of the DCA VOR/DME, you will have to file a special flight plan for VFR or an IFR flight plan. The flight plan will detail which of the virtual gates you will enter by and by which you will leave. Your aircraft WILL have a two way radio fitted as well as an altitude reporting transponder and you will stay below 180kts unless instructed otherwise. There are special rules for flying into and out of the airports located within and on the fringes of the zone. Also within the SFRA is the Flight Restricted Zone (FRZ) that protects the heart of Washington DC. This needs its own flight plan to enter, but for the VFR pilot it is effectively an exclusion zone. 

So, with controlled airspace around a nearby civilian international airport, a military test range and the National Capital, I guess that I am going to quickly learn the advantages of knowing my altitude and position accurately. If not, I fear my Pilot in Command time could be very severely restricted.

Recently I had my first post-TSA clearance flying lesson from Martin State Airport (KMTN)  in a Piper Archer II (PA28-181). My pre-TSA clearance trial lesson had been in a Cessna 172S and my aircraft choice was to aide my high wing - Low wing decision going forward. 

A new aircraft type in my logbook and several weeks since my last flight, this lesson was about familiarisation - me with the aeroplane, the instructor with me. My instructor believes in learning hands on right from the off, so start-up, taxi, run-up, calls to tower, take-off, flight exercises, pattern and landing are all mine from lesson 1, with appropriate guidance. 

The lesson was great fun and was memorable for a number of reasons. One is that the airport is home to the 175th Wing of the National Guard so the GA aircraft share the runway with A-10s, C-130s and the occasional C-17. The next was this is the first time I have flown with a clear air visibility reported as low as 6 miles in some areas. Six miles sounds like a lot, but trust me it really isn't. I am not talking about flying around clouds either. What I saw was just trying to peer through humidity and was a bit like being in a clear bubble in a murky haze. At one point we caught sight of a hot air balloon. A few manoeuvres later and it had just disappeared. Not a sign..., and we looked hard. The worrying thing is that the high summer humidity hasn't really started yet.

As for the flying: forty-five degree banked turns to a heading, climbing and descending constant speed turns to a heading; I'm going to need plenty more practice to get accurate and boy was I sweating when we landed.

But the most memorable moment was circling my own house at an indicated 1500ft with my two and a half year old son pointing up from the street shouting at the top of his voice "My Daddy is in that plane" despite my wife's protestations that I wouldn't be able to hear him. And she was right. 

So I have talked to the neighbours and I can only apologise once more. They didn't notice the aircraft, but a noisy toddler? Now that's just not neighbourly. 

A quick recap for those new to this Blog: I have recently moved to the USA and almost my first task was to sign up with a flight school to start training for a Private Pilot's Certificate. As with many things in life, however, all is not as simple as it might be. As a Permanent Resident Alien I must first be vetted by the Transport Security Agency in much the same way as the U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services vetted me for my Green Card. Fortunately, the TSA didnt take the two and a half years that the immigration process took and I he finally managed to fulfil the last requirement a week or so ago.

Hence, the following email:

"All of the required information, including fingerprints, associated with the following Request for Training has been received. Based on information available at this time, the Transportation Security Administration grants Permission to Initiate Training for the following flight training request:

Student: Timothy Elson

Provider: *****Aviation, Inc.

Training Request ID#: *******

Training Request Course Name: Initial

Training Request Aircraft Type: Piper PA28-181 Cessna C-172SP Cessna C-152

Training Request Category: 3

Estimated Training Request Date: 04-01-2010 to 04-01-2011

The Flight Training Provider has been granted authority to initiate training. Training must begin within 180 days of this email being sent by TSA. If TSA subsequently receives information indicating that the candidate poses a threat to aviation or national security, TSA will require the Flight Training Provider to cease training in accordance with 49 USC 44939 and 49 CFR Part 1552.

If you require help with the AFSP process, please visit the Candidate Frequently Asked Questions page at www.flightschoolcandidates.gov/afsp_faq.htm.

If you need further assistance, please contact AFSP.help@dhs.gov or call (571) 227-4544.

Sincerely,

AFSP"

I might quietly question the effectiveness of the prevention provided by the Alien Flight Student Program, or cringe that its processes must be followed every time a new phase of training begins (new fee payment, new submitted documents, new fingerprints, new photograph by the Flight school). In the end it isn't all that much of a burden for the student and I have no complaints.

I wasn't here when those foreign trainee pilots were unknowingly taught to perform the worst single terrorist act in this nation's history. I can see that something had to be put in place and I hope that this fulfils the purpose.

For me, I now get to choose between Cessna 172 and Piper Archer II. Priced $5 an hour apart everyone I've talked to has an opinion on which I should choose. I hope you'll share yours and I'll write more about it soon.

Oh, and the Alien Flight Student Program may be found at  www.flightschoolcandidates.gov.

This is a great question and I mean "great" in the sense of  "huge". So let me ask a more specific question: "Why did I choose the Aerospace Industry?"

In the UK, when I was at school, you took "O" Level exams at sixteen and "A" level exams at eighteen. "O" levels were generally a spread of subjects and at my school people generally took eight, with Maths, English and French being mandatory and the other five being chosen by the pupil based on ability and interest. "A" levels were more serious and were generally taken only three or four subjects at any one time. The subject choice and grades would drive your eligibility to enter a particular course at your chosen university. At the point I had to choose "A" level subjects I knew that I wanted to do some form of Engineering and so Maths and Physics were a non-negotiable, though I did have some leeway with my third subject choice.

I needed to choose and apply to a university and course when I was seventeen and just starting my final year of "A" levels. At University I took a Bachelor of Engineering Degree with Honours in Aerospace Engineering. This is a vocational degree, with no "Major" and "Minor" subjects and no flexibility in the modules taken. The third of the four years was based in Industry and it was four years with the sole intent of producing someone at least compatible with the Aerospace Industry.

It meant that I was choosing to be an Aerospace Engineer when I was sixteen years old and confirming the choice at seventeen. But, to be honest,  I had no idea what I was signing up for.

At my University the first year was shared with Mechanical Engineers, Vehicular Engineers and Aerospace Engineers. I came to the conclusion that Mechanical Engineers are the ones that like to know how stuff is made, how it works. Vehicular Engineers are the practical people. They have the cars that they can play with. Modify, design, fettle...; it is all so accessible.

As an Aerospace Engineer, I was there because I like Spitfires. Or if not Spitfires, then Concorde or the Wright Flyer, or the Vulcan at airshows, or tales of sir Frank Whittle stood stock still next to a runaway jet engine, or RAF Buccaneers coming in at wave-top level or any one of the fantastic things that make an Aero Engineer daydream. Maybe it was some of the stories my Grandfather told me about being ground crew in the Royal Flying Corp, Engineering Sergeant the Royal Air Force or Engine Inspector for Rolls-Royce when he retired.

What I wasn't prepared for was complex mathematical equations. The mention of Phugoid or Short Period Pitch oscillations still makes me shudder (I was never a big fan of control theory). Sure, there were lots of modules that were really interesting. Materials, Manufacturing, Dynamics, Design, Propulsion, Aerodynamics, Structures, Programming, projects, labs and tutorials. But I was excited by the original Whittle engine in the hallway and the Tiger Moth frame that was used in the Structures Lab for strain gauge testing. I took easily to the programming, the Finite Element Analysis and the Computer Aided Drafting and wasn't quite so taken by other subjects (did I mention Control Theory?).

But none of this was what was in my mind when I was sixteen.

The first week of our Final Year there was a truly great outing. The university had decided that the idea of an Aerospace Engineer that had never flown was bad. So off we went to Elstree Aerodrome for a flight in a single engine fixed wing aircraft, then a spell on the IFR simulator, then a flight in a Robinson R22 and finally a tour of the workshop and hanger. A great start to a really tough year and THAT is what I had imagined when I was a school. I imagined that it would be like..... I suppose I had better come clean at this point and say that should anyone from Embry-Riddle be reading this, be they faculty or student, I am jealous.

Even now in my working life I feel that if I was driven by the mechanics of what I do, the tools, the systems, the practical skills...., I would now be a Mechanical Engineer and more free to roam from industry to industry.

But somewhere in the back of my mind there is a sound and I can hear it as I type as clearly as the tapping of this keyboard. It's the sound of a Merlin Engine, with the throttle wide open, passing by in a steeply banked Spitfire. If I think a little harder I can see the serene delta of the Vulcan climbing away in front of me, I can see a bright red BAE Hawk flashing past at nearly treetop level lining up for a synro-pair pass, or the A380 gracefully touching wheels to tarmac, or the wings sweeping up on the 787 as its speed down the runway builds .... and I want to shake a sixteen year old by the hand and thank him for making the right choice.

Welcome. It's been a while.

In my last post, oh so many months ago, my family and I were preparing to move across the Atlantic, Green Cards in hand. Well, we made it and moved to Maryland on the day of the second wave of the worst snowstorm for 100 years. Gone, the five inches of "heavy snow" in the UK and welcome to three lots of 18 inches of snow fall, roads closed due to white-out conditions and snow banks large enough that the cars buried in them are only visible in small sections.

I have learnt much in my short time here, but mostly that Social Security Numbers seem to be needed for everything and even more so when you are still waiting for one. I am also becoming familiar with the Transport Security Administration's Alien Flight Student Program. I have permanent residency in the USA and it took two and a half years to get it. Yet, having  signed up with a flight school for pilot training, I don't yet have the right to take any flying instruction.

When a non-citizen in the USA wants to start training, they need to register at www.flightschoolcandidates.gov. The process is straightforward and involves entering a lot of the same information that the USCIS needs to process a visa. Once you are in the system, a message is sent to your chosen flight school so they can confirm you are signed up with them. Simple. Then, after the TSA relieve you of $130, they send you instructions on how and where to get your fingerprints done. The approved location must send your fingerprints off themselves as the TSA consider it a chain of custody. Seven days after receipt of your prints, your clearance to train should come through.

Any problems? Well, there are no TSA approved fingerprint service providers in the state of Maryland. The next approved source is through Law Enforcement and my local State Troopers' Barracks will provide the service....., they just wont mail the results to the TSA. Quick call to the TSA confirmed that the local international airport should be a help. So, a call to the Badging office at Baltimore Washington International Airport (BWI) should do the trick...., unless the number listed on their website is actually disconnected and their switchboard is a Cretan Labyrinth worthy of the most tech savvy of Minotaur.

Also, you go through this process every time you want to take a step in your training. Start training? $130 & fingerprints. Take your checkride to get your permit?  $130 & fingerprints. Instrument rating?  $130 & fingerprints. Twin Engine?  $130 & fingerprints. That's the system and it was my choice to train here, so I'm not complaining. I hope all this effort is acheiving what the TSA wants it to acheive.

So right now I have to find someone to slap ink on my fingers, I must do my background reading and I must decide if  I want to learn in a Cessna 172S or a Piper PA28-180 Arrow. My (TSA permitted) trial lesson was in the 172, but I hear the Piper calling.

Life changing moments happen every day. It might be something you see that stays with you directly or something you learn that unconsciously affects how you behave in the future. Either way, every day is full of insignificant happenings that alter your life without you ever realizing.

Sometimes, however, there are moments that you can see for what they are - a single point that will alter the course of your life significantly, be it for better or be it for worse. For my family, three words spoken by an employee of the US Consulate in London gave us such a moment. He signed off our application for permanent residency in the USA with the words "Welcome to America".

So, off we are to go to the New World to see what Life and Fortune may bring us. There just remains the small detail of weeding out the lifetime of unnecessary collection, picking the best of our goods and chattels and transporting them and us to the other side of the world. Only then will I have made the step from the European Aerospace industry to the American one.

Now, let me just say that I am British. I was educated in the UK and have an Aerospace Engineering degree from British university. I have English, Welsh, Irish and Scotts blood in me. I am proud to be British and am grateful for what these countries have formed me to be. I am not one that has ever looked at the USA with longing eyes and I have never, ever felt as if I was missing out for not being there. And yet, here I am picking up my family's life and transporting it three and a half thousand miles.

The history of the piece is this: just over four years ago  I was given the opportunity to work independently with an American Consultancy that was in turn representing an American Aerospace manufacturer. I worked in a French factory of a supplier to the American Aerospace manufacturer and as far as the French Supplier was concerned I WAS the American Aerospace manufacturer. After two years in this role, with everybody still happy, an opportunity arose in the US with the Consultancy. My wife and I discussed it and we decided to go ahead. Our son arrived after the decision was made and so didn't get a vote. We engaged a lawyer to get the ball rolling and two and a half years later, here we are.

As the full force of the global downturn started in earnest and the first year of waiting came to a close, my American colleagues remained baffled as to why I would move into a downward employment market. Truth is, when I started the process the employment market was very different. As the ball rolled ponderously on through the process I watched the contraction of all of those companies with whom I'd like to work. There have been some very big numbers in those redundancy figures.

The thing is that it has been, and in some places continues to be, a Global recession. UK and European companies have been hit hard as well as American ones. In relocating am not choosing sides or claiming one country as being in a better state than another. I am, however, flexible in what I do and I believe in making and maximising my opportunities. I have always thought that the European Aerospace industry was a great and interesting place to be, but have happily opened the door to working in the USA.

So I am excited, nervous, curious, frustrated, exhausted, sad to leave my extended family and thrilled to soon be discovering a new way of life. At least living in France taught us to drive on the right.

I will let you know how I get on. For now, if you will excuse me, there's more packing to do.