Greetings,and may your day get better and be more fun.As promised/threatened here’s the account of my adventure in a light aircraft.
My entry into the Piper Cherokee was the least elegant ever performed.Everybody was glad I wasn’t wearing a kilt,and it was the most awkward thing I’ve HAD to do for years,but spurred on by brutish force and plenty of ignorance I made it.For some reason the very cosy four seat cockpit reminded me of a Morris Minor.
Adam,our pilot was talking constantly to Air Traffic Control and then we were on the runway,he put his foot down and we were airborne and heading up the Mersey.Some may say it is the best way to see Birkenhead.We were heading North and gaining altitude in a series of ‘steps’.Soon we were over Lancashire en route to Kendal in the Lake District.
I wanted to know if the reduction in Atmospheric Pressure had any beneficial effects on me.At 6,000 feet I noticed a change in the constant neuropathetic pain in my feet.I was pretty scrunched up in the back with my good friend Carol and her 18 year old lad Casey was flying the plane under the watchful eye of Adam.I couldn’t really move my legs,but there was something good happening and this continued right up to 8,790 feet about 6 miles south of Kendal.We had broken through the clouds and couldn’t see the ground but it was still the best tuesday afternoon,probably ever.
Adam performed a brisk right hand U turn and we began our gradual descent back to John Lennon Airport.As we descended my feet resumed their usual nastiness and my pulse slowed back down having picked up due to the thinning oxygen.I was more aware of this than the others most likely because my aerobic fitness levels are non existant.All too soon Adam had skillfully woven through the busy air space and we were taxiing back through the dozens of light aircraft. My egress from the plane was no more elegant than the entry as I slid down the wing back into the wheelchair.
I hadn’t felt at all air-sick,but made up for it once back in the office.Sick bags are all part of the service and for 3-4 minutes I decorated the inside of one.Have you got any idea why this happened? All I can think is that there was short circuitig between my inner ear and god knows where.
Like all experiments, conclusions have to be drawn. The reduction in air pressure was roughly 360 millibars at maximum altitude from 1030 at sea level,and something did happen to the pain in my feet.The flight had taken 90 minutes,so apart from an Alpine holiday can you think of a way I can spend a few hours at 6,000 feet or there abouts? Answers on a bundle of tenners to the usual address. I did sleep better than usual but that could have been due to the cabaret of gettig in+out.
There should be some awesome photographs,and what a way to spend mobility money,
Squadron leader Spewy