Scolopax wrote:I generally try not to be too critical of others mistakes most of the time, for we all get our chance to fuck up, but fuel exhaustion during a night flight over rugged terrain with the family on board is simply inexcusable piss poor airmanship.
Glad that everybody on board didn't get killed.
Can't recall if I've mentioned this one before. I was putting my airplane in the hangar at Fort Collins Downtown a few years ago around 9 p.m., when a Cherokee 180 made several approaches to the runway and finally set down. I drove over to them. As they got out, the pilot asked me where they were--it didn't look like Cheyenne, which is where he thought they were. I told him where he was.
Long story short, they'd flown from Jackson, WY, and when the batteries in his handheld GPS gave out soon after take off, he couldn't remember how to work the VORs, so he followed the lights of the highways. That meant that they'd followed a somewhat circuitous route over some of the most inhospitable territory in Wyoming, in the dark. They'd left about 5 p.m., so they'd been in the air for about 4 hours.
He asked if he could get gas, because the gauges were showing empty, but the airport office was closed. Then he asked how far Fort Collins-Loveland airport was, so he could get gas there. Sensing that he might not have leaned properly along the flight or perhaps hadn't started with really full tanks, I looked into the right tank--couldn't see any sign of fuel. So I looked in the left tank, and no fuel was visible. I offered them my truck, so that they could drive to their home in Longmont, but he was adamant that they could fly to FNL for fuel.
Fortunately about that time, one of the airport employees returned from a cross country flight, opened up the office, and filled their tanks. A PA28-180 has 50 gallons capacity, with 48 1/2 usable. It took just short of 50 gallons to fill the airplane. All the way home that night, I had visions of what would have happened, had they tried to fly the 7 miles to FNL. I also wondered if I would have had the guts to pull my pickup in front of the airplane to keep them from trying to leave.
Here's the corker: When I was arguing with the pilot about his proposal to fly to FNL, his wife interjected, "He's a really good pilot!"
Cary