Citing a lack in instrument flight proficiency for some prospective VLJ pilots, the NBAA Safety Committee said that it will revise its guidelines for training pilots who will be flying very light jets. The committe noted that now vljs have entered the marketplace it is time to review the training requirements for these aircraft, and in particular single pilot operations.
Suggested changes include addressing the lack of basic instrument profeciency and the explain the concpet of "personal minimums". Personal minimums are minimums the pilot sets for himself when operating the aircraft in inclement weather or into airports with short runways. Low ceilings combined with a short runway and the lack of time when breaking out at minimums can put serious strains on the ability of pilots who lack instrument flight profeciency and lead to avoidable accidents.
I recall when I first started my flying career, and how now when I don't fly as often as I used to, I set personal minimums based upon the recency of my instrument flight time and recurrent training in deciding whether or not to attempt a particular flight. By setting different, and higher, standards I can compensate for a lack of instrument profeciency or an unfamiliar airport environment to allow adequate time for the transition from instrument conditions to a visual landing.
Also on the agenda were proposed changes on how to plan for sporting events that attract large numbers of aircraft at smaller airports unaccustomed to handlng a large number of aircraft, including some with limited or no air traffic control.
Until next time keep your wings straight and level Hersch!
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space...
...put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.