An IFR trip in a Cessna 170...
Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 4:51 am
Every once in a while, I get the chance to use my 170 in a way I would really prefer not to - hard IFR. I wrote about this a few years ago, but for the benefit of those who missed my last cloud flying adventure, here's a report on a trip I flew today to take family home (the airline was full.)
First off, I won't fly if there is any possibilty of icing or convective weather.
The freezing level was at 11.000 feet and the radar showed just level one and two rain, so I was good to go. The ceilings along the route were between 800 to 1,000 feet with a couple of miles, not ideal but acceptable.
My airplane is equipped with a panel-mounted Apollo GX-55 GPS, IFR certified en-route and terminal area. I have a KX-155 nav/com with glide slope, no auto-pilot or marker beacon. And a transponder with mode C. I do have an ICOM hand held Com with an external antenna for back up.
Pretty basic, but I'm legal for Cat I ILS to 200 and 1/2. I did add pitot heat a few years ago, but the gyros are still powered by a good ole venturi. My 1952 B has the stock panel, with instruments strung from one side of the panel to the other - the altimeter is well off to the right, which is a pain in the a--, epecially on an approach.
Actually, it was a pretty routine trip to Greeneville, NC, about 200 miles distant. The weather there was good VFR. I dropped my kids off and added 10 gallons, bringing the fuel load up to 31. (I have a Fuel Hawk dip stick, modified ala George Horn.)
From about 100 miles out from home plate - Rock Hill, SC it was solid IMC
in light rain, and I was reminded what a challenge the 170 can be under these conditions. Altitude control is pretty easy, but holding a heading can be tough - it constantly wants to wander off one way or the other. Of course, spending most of my aviation life in that flying collection of computers known as the Airbus 320 tends to dull my actual flying skills.
Guess that's why I keep this airplane around.
Listening to the Rock Hill AWOS, I'm a little concerned to hear that the weather has dropped from the forecast 800 and 6 miles to 200 and one mile -yikes! I had more enough fuel for an approach and diversion to Tri-Cities, TN about 100 miles away, which was good VFR - but I really didn't want to go there if I could help it.
It was getting dark as the Charlotte Approach controller vectored me to the ILS 2 final. Night single-engine IFR...I don't enjoy it. It is a risk I have assumed only for myself; I would never allow family and friends to take this risk with me. A fellow pilot is another matter. I shudder when I hear of people hauling their trusting families in a single-engine airplane from New Orleans to Cancun over the Gulf of Mexico for 500 miles...
Cleared for the approach... I listen to the AWOS one more time - 200 overcast, 3/4 of a mile in fog. There is no tower, I broadcast on unicom at the outer marker inbound. Entering the soup again, I kill the strobes and landing lights. Actually, over the years I've come to the conclusion that low ILS approaches are EASIER at night; the visual clues appear sooner with fewer distractions. The strobes are off because I don't like the distraction and possible vertigo inducment, and the landing lights are off to avoid washing out the sighting of approach lights; years of airline flying are finally paying off...
All the way down final, I'm talking to myself like James Stewart flying that GCA approach in a B-47 (if youv'e seen Strategic Air Command, you will know exactly what I'm talking about!) A little off localizer - hold the wings level and use the rudder to change heading; works good in a DC-3 as well. I steal a glance at that altimeter located 20 feet to the right; 200 above minimums. I resist the urge to look outside; on a low approach you stick with the gauges until decision height.
Minimums - look up...nothing! Two seconds pass - then the dim outline of the approach lights appear - John Wayne..."Now I lay me down to rest" ("The High and the Mighty", 1954) Power back, maintain the glide slope...threshold lights in sight, finally at 100 feet the runway lights appear. I pull 10 degrees of flaps and wheel land, making my usual turn-off for my hangar.
What's the point of this story? I guess for me the fact I can still fly a tight approach in my 53 year old airplane without an autopilot is as satisfying as a perfect three-point landing on a 1,500 grass strip. Yes, if I had my druthers I would be in a Cessna 310 with all the bells and whistles, but that's not in the cards, at least for now. Under the right conditions, the 170 gets the job done, and I don't consider flying it IFR with no icing or thunderstorms any more dangerous than an A36 or Piper Malibu - they are all single-engine airplanes! Russ Farris
First off, I won't fly if there is any possibilty of icing or convective weather.
The freezing level was at 11.000 feet and the radar showed just level one and two rain, so I was good to go. The ceilings along the route were between 800 to 1,000 feet with a couple of miles, not ideal but acceptable.
My airplane is equipped with a panel-mounted Apollo GX-55 GPS, IFR certified en-route and terminal area. I have a KX-155 nav/com with glide slope, no auto-pilot or marker beacon. And a transponder with mode C. I do have an ICOM hand held Com with an external antenna for back up.
Pretty basic, but I'm legal for Cat I ILS to 200 and 1/2. I did add pitot heat a few years ago, but the gyros are still powered by a good ole venturi. My 1952 B has the stock panel, with instruments strung from one side of the panel to the other - the altimeter is well off to the right, which is a pain in the a--, epecially on an approach.
Actually, it was a pretty routine trip to Greeneville, NC, about 200 miles distant. The weather there was good VFR. I dropped my kids off and added 10 gallons, bringing the fuel load up to 31. (I have a Fuel Hawk dip stick, modified ala George Horn.)
From about 100 miles out from home plate - Rock Hill, SC it was solid IMC
in light rain, and I was reminded what a challenge the 170 can be under these conditions. Altitude control is pretty easy, but holding a heading can be tough - it constantly wants to wander off one way or the other. Of course, spending most of my aviation life in that flying collection of computers known as the Airbus 320 tends to dull my actual flying skills.
Guess that's why I keep this airplane around.
Listening to the Rock Hill AWOS, I'm a little concerned to hear that the weather has dropped from the forecast 800 and 6 miles to 200 and one mile -yikes! I had more enough fuel for an approach and diversion to Tri-Cities, TN about 100 miles away, which was good VFR - but I really didn't want to go there if I could help it.
It was getting dark as the Charlotte Approach controller vectored me to the ILS 2 final. Night single-engine IFR...I don't enjoy it. It is a risk I have assumed only for myself; I would never allow family and friends to take this risk with me. A fellow pilot is another matter. I shudder when I hear of people hauling their trusting families in a single-engine airplane from New Orleans to Cancun over the Gulf of Mexico for 500 miles...
Cleared for the approach... I listen to the AWOS one more time - 200 overcast, 3/4 of a mile in fog. There is no tower, I broadcast on unicom at the outer marker inbound. Entering the soup again, I kill the strobes and landing lights. Actually, over the years I've come to the conclusion that low ILS approaches are EASIER at night; the visual clues appear sooner with fewer distractions. The strobes are off because I don't like the distraction and possible vertigo inducment, and the landing lights are off to avoid washing out the sighting of approach lights; years of airline flying are finally paying off...
All the way down final, I'm talking to myself like James Stewart flying that GCA approach in a B-47 (if youv'e seen Strategic Air Command, you will know exactly what I'm talking about!) A little off localizer - hold the wings level and use the rudder to change heading; works good in a DC-3 as well. I steal a glance at that altimeter located 20 feet to the right; 200 above minimums. I resist the urge to look outside; on a low approach you stick with the gauges until decision height.
Minimums - look up...nothing! Two seconds pass - then the dim outline of the approach lights appear - John Wayne..."Now I lay me down to rest" ("The High and the Mighty", 1954) Power back, maintain the glide slope...threshold lights in sight, finally at 100 feet the runway lights appear. I pull 10 degrees of flaps and wheel land, making my usual turn-off for my hangar.
What's the point of this story? I guess for me the fact I can still fly a tight approach in my 53 year old airplane without an autopilot is as satisfying as a perfect three-point landing on a 1,500 grass strip. Yes, if I had my druthers I would be in a Cessna 310 with all the bells and whistles, but that's not in the cards, at least for now. Under the right conditions, the 170 gets the job done, and I don't consider flying it IFR with no icing or thunderstorms any more dangerous than an A36 or Piper Malibu - they are all single-engine airplanes! Russ Farris