Being in the middle of an ice and sleet storm here in North Central Ohio (got about 2 inches of ice so far, more to come tonight and tomorrow), and being stuck at home (no way I am going out in this stuff), I figured I'd do a midnight flight. Fired up my GA install, selected John Woodward's de Havilland Beaver with one of the new skins I did for it, selected KMFD (my home airport, 3 miles from my house) as the start point, selected a farm strip in central Kentucky as my destination. Set the time for a mid-day flight (I have flying at night...can't see the scenery below me). Real weather via FsMetars. Had my TrackIR 5 system fired up.
Took off and right away the ATC got super stupid. I was flying a heading of 160 degrees and turning to my right to get to the proper heading to get to my destination. ATC had me turn LEFT to 205. LEFT...from 160 all the way down to 0, then continuing LEFT to 205. I was 45 degrees from that heading and going there on my own, but ATC had me go the LONG LONG way there.
Got to 205, climbed to my 4000 foot altitude, set auto pilot, fired up the CD player...and that is about as fun as the flight got.
Ohio is BORING to fly over. FLAT, FLAT, FLAT. For an hour and 10 minutes, I looked out my windows at FLAT NOTHINGNESS! Flat farms, flat cities, flat trees, flat rivers, flat lakes, flat pancakes, flat tires, flat road kill. Everything was flat. And boring. And there wasn't much air traffic to keep me company.
With only 28 minutes to go in the flight, I ended the flight. I could not take anymore of the State of Boredom. Now I know why I do most of my flying in the Pacific Northwest, along the Rockies, Alaska, Vermont, Maine, Tennessee.
I told Deb that if I were rich enough to be a real pilot and to own my own plane, we would move because Ohio would just be too darn boring to fly over for more than an hour.
OBIO
Took off and right away the ATC got super stupid. I was flying a heading of 160 degrees and turning to my right to get to the proper heading to get to my destination. ATC had me turn LEFT to 205. LEFT...from 160 all the way down to 0, then continuing LEFT to 205. I was 45 degrees from that heading and going there on my own, but ATC had me go the LONG LONG way there.
Got to 205, climbed to my 4000 foot altitude, set auto pilot, fired up the CD player...and that is about as fun as the flight got.
Ohio is BORING to fly over. FLAT, FLAT, FLAT. For an hour and 10 minutes, I looked out my windows at FLAT NOTHINGNESS! Flat farms, flat cities, flat trees, flat rivers, flat lakes, flat pancakes, flat tires, flat road kill. Everything was flat. And boring. And there wasn't much air traffic to keep me company.
With only 28 minutes to go in the flight, I ended the flight. I could not take anymore of the State of Boredom. Now I know why I do most of my flying in the Pacific Northwest, along the Rockies, Alaska, Vermont, Maine, Tennessee.
I told Deb that if I were rich enough to be a real pilot and to own my own plane, we would move because Ohio would just be too darn boring to fly over for more than an hour.
OBIO