Another 06:00 wake up today but this time with a twist. We were lucky enough to have Duane in the kitchen preparing his speciality egg sandwich, which is on a bagel. And really, what self respecting New Yorker doesn’t know bagels? It was a tasty welcome before kick off of our longest leg so far.
Blurry but you had to see it.
Oddly, Doedo’s Forerunner hadn’t been stolen so we fired it up (another shock) and with the help of TomTom on he iPhone found our way out to the Falco.
It was Derwood’s leg so he filed while I pre-flighted for him.
Soon we were airbourne heading East. We climbed to 7500′ to avoid the Denver class B and settled in. The leg was basically one straight line with no other airspace other than the usual class E. We decided against flight following so it was a fairly stealth trip listening to Darryn’s playlists on his iPhone.
We stayed at 7500 as the winds were favourable and it was relatively cool.
As we progressed east we saw the ground gradually drop away from under us. The scenery was flat terrain without a lot other than irrigated circles followed by more irrigated circles. We noted several crop dusters along the way although obviously well below us.
We made excellent time east bound as we saw the little Falco truing out around 168 knots and showing around 170-175 across the ground.
As we approached Omaha we elected to avoid the Class C and descended down to Council Bluffs pattern altitude to get under the upside down wedding cake. Boy it was hot down there and the only relief, if you can call it that, was the vents blowing more hot air in.
We decided to use Duane’s reduced flap landing technique and it worked out pretty well for Derwood.
After we parked, the helpful line guy from the FBO actually ran over, despite the heat,helped us park and fuel up. Like most people he struggled with the crappy rear tank cap. When I got o it to help him it fell apart. Dropping the Center into to tank. Bugger! Something to do this afternoon.
We went into Advanced Aviation, the local FBO, to pay for the gas and get a rental car. We also used their free Internet to find a hotel in toward Omaha. It was Buick that was a joy to drive… It ran smooth, steered properly, the air conditioning worked great and when you pushed on the brake pedal… It stops! No rod knocks on this baby!
We took off to the hotel, quickly settled in and started catching up on our washing. Something we were going to do at Duane’s but were having too much fun.
After sorting out a new Fuel cap from Duane, to pick up at OSH, we found a couple of items to come up with a temporary solution to the problem, in the form of bottle caps.
Darryn wanted something from the Apple store, so after much protested ting from me, we set of. We found Apple on the other side of Omaha in a really nice shopping centre called Village Pointe.
We did bit of shopping the, got a tasty sandwich from a local restaurant then headed back to Harbor Freight tools to get an extension magnet in the hope of extracting the Center of the cap from the rear tank. Hopefully it’s not stainless. It looks too crappy to be stainless so we should be able to get it out. It shouldn’t be a huge problem but since the rear tank has a large outlet it is conceivable that the bit could block the tank outlet. Unlikely but conceivable. We have enough gas in just the front tank to do the legs to OSH but I’d prefer not to.