Schweiks Sim vs. Real Flying Debate Thread

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Hey, that's mostly one G flight, strenuous as it is with all that high rate rolling through the gates. The only G he's pulling is in the reversals, and that's pretty brief thanks to the relatively low speed and the vertical plane agility of his aircraft. Brief, but intense.
Cheers,
Wes
 
Hey, that's mostly one G flight, strenuous as it is with all that high rate rolling through the gates. The only G he's pulling is in the reversals, and that's pretty brief thanks to the relatively low speed and the vertical plane agility of his aircraft. Brief, but intense.
Cheers,
Wes
Thank you for the explanation EXbe.
Bobbysocks thank you. That was great. I wish I was still up there. I will always believed
that you just cannot capture that full feeling on a sim. I hope some day someone proves
me totally wrong and can supply that feeling in a simulator at a price I can afford. You can damn
well bet the farm I will be there for that.
God bless all, Jeff:)
 
That was great. I wish I was still up there.
So do I .... sometimes. But then I remember the hundreds of hours of boredom between the spikes of adrenaline, and decide my current life isn't so bad after all. If you think flying is a non-stop "thrill a minute" you're doing something wrong, and don't ask me to write you an insurance policy!
Cheers,
Wes
 
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To me that would be the biggest thrill next to dogfighting. Not dying would be nice..lol. I don't care how you cut it 11 Gs is 11Gs. There is no way I could handle that at my age and without building up tolerance. I would probably crap the bed before 6...good night Irene. There is a red bull racing game but it is lame. A lot of the sims try to simulate blackout and readout by having the screen turn blacker/redder as you pull the associated Gs. They do not take into consideration how heavy your arms are, sluggish the flight controls are, etc. I talked to pilots who had some intense dogfights with violent maneuvers pulling high Gs. At the end they were pretty wrung out. There is a lot of bodily fatigue incurred with that kind of intensity. By the end of it they just wanted to get the hell home...discretion the better part of valor. No PC sim can reproduce that.
There is a company in AZ where for a couple grand you can dogfight in small ac. I believe they are 2 seat rans equipped with lasers....bacially lazer tag at 7000 feet. I might have to put that on my bucket list.
 
I believe they are 2 seat rans equipped with lasers.
I've seen their ads. Last I knew they were using Siai Marchetti 260s, an Italian acro machine. Supposedly a pretty hot performer. Imagine a 9G, 260hp two seater that grosses less than a Cessna 152. The horsepower and weight of a Pitts S2 260, but with only 2/3 the drag.
Cheers,
Wes
 
you pushed one of 5 buttons as to when you should brake or whatever.
Anybody remember those MoPars from the 60s with the "push button" transmission and the torsion bar suspension? Had one break both rear bars when I was towing a VT Water Resources Dept boat up a class 4 road to take biology samples at a remote lake on one of my summer jobs. Nasty time extracting that rig from the boonies. No simulator for that problem solving exercise!
Cheers,
Wes
 
About flightsims:
During my first flying lesson, my instructor told me he could notice that I played flightsims a lot ( I played MSFS9 at the time). It was because I already knew not to overreact on the movements of the plane and I was already flying with subtle movements.
So flightsims do teach you something and are useful enough even while not being fully accurate.
 
So flightsims do teach you something and are useful enough even while not being fully accurate.
Fortunately your Flight Sim experience left you with a little humility and a willingness to learn. My experiences with "simulator aces" have been uniformly negative. They come out to fly convinced that they're a "hot pilot", they "know it all" and they just need to log the necessary flight time and go take the test. They have so much to unlearn before they can start to learn, and they don't even realize it.
"You please just sit there, keep your mouth shut, and keep me out of trouble. I know what I need to do and how to do it, so just stay out of my way and let me do what I need to do." Hell of a way to start a first lesson!
It's not that I'm prejudiced against flight sims or anything,...but.
Cheers,
Wes
 
About flightsims:
During my first flying lesson, my instructor told me he could notice that I played flightsims a lot ( I played MSFS9 at the time). It was because I already knew not to overreact on the movements of the plane and I was already flying with subtle movements.
So flightsims do teach you something and are useful enough even while not being fully accurate.

My instructor told me to stay away from them during initial training. Maybe during instruments.
 
Fortunately your Flight Sim experience left you with a little humility and a willingness to learn. My experiences with "simulator aces" have been uniformly negative. They come out to fly convinced that they're a "hot pilot", they "know it all" and they just need to log the necessary flight time and go take the test. They have so much to unlearn before they can start to learn, and they don't even realize it.
"You please just sit there, keep your mouth shut, and keep me out of trouble. I know what I need to do and how to do it, so just stay out of my way and let me do what I need to do." Hell of a way to start a first lesson!
It's not that I'm prejudiced against flight sims or anything,...but.
Cheers,
Wes
Luckily not everyone is the same :D
 
Anybody remember those MoPars from the 60s with the "push button" transmission and the torsion bar suspension? Had one break both rear bars when I was towing a VT Water Resources Dept boat up a class 4 road to take biology samples at a remote lake on one of my summer jobs. Nasty time extracting that rig from the boonies. No simulator for that problem solving exercise!
Cheers,
Wes
i do. i know they were in Plymouth valiants ( and probably the dodge version Dart? ) cars were a lot different back then...no seat belts...no windshield washer pumps... the high/low beam switch was on the floor....and cal custom made a sweet little chrome foot print cover to match the chrome foot for the gas pedal. still love bench seats and car doors that have "wing" windows....
 
i do. i know they were in Plymouth valiants ( and probably the dodge version Dart? ) cars were a lot different back then...no seat belts...no windshield washer pumps... the high/low beam switch was on the floor....and cal custom made a sweet little chrome foot print cover to match the chrome foot for the gas pedal. still love bench seats and car doors that have "wing" windows....
My '53 Pontiac Catalina had two-speed wipers with a washer feature...
 
My '53 Pontiac Catalina had two-speed wipers with a washer feature...
The luxury model, no doubt!
i do. i know they were in Plymouth valiants ( and probably the dodge version Dart? ) cars were a lot different back then...no seat belts...no windshield washer pumps... the high/low beam switch was on the floor....and cal custom made a sweet little chrome foot print cover to match the chrome foot for the gas pedal. still love bench seats and car doors that have "wing" windows....
Water Resources had a 1964 7 cylinder Dart which we used to pull the (small) 16 ft aluminum boat while the (big) 17 ft Boston Whaler with the 50 horse Johnson had a brand new 1966 IH Scout for a tug.
The Dart had a bad cylinder that could only be fixed by a complete overhaul, which the budget wouldn't cover. So they blocked off the intake port, constricted the exhaust for that cylinder, and told us we would have to live with a "mosquito fogger". Those were different times, indeed!
Cheers,
Wes
 
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Some of my teen friends and me had a about 50-51 Plymouth we chopped down to just a frame, front end metal, front seats and windshield. For running around on the local back roads, and logging roads. Not many cops around then.
It holed a piston. Flathead six.
We took the head and oil pan off, removed the piston and rod. Put a screw in the oil channel hole in the crank throw, hammered a appropriate sized log in the empty cylinder, bolted it back together.
One of the guys was still using it to get wood 12 years later when I got back from the service in 73.
 
It was - the full model was Catalina Starliner and even had Chief Pontiac looking skyward on the emblems.
Hey, my school bus for the first five grades was a '53 Pontiac wagon with the chief himself looking skyward while he spoke to the "Great Spirit".
Since we were the last house at the end of the road, I had to climb all the way to the "way back" row of seats twice a day.
The last day of school we "second trippers" had to wait an inordinate length of time while Mrs Johnson delivered the Dothan Road kids home. When she finally came back for us we wanted to know what took so long. "I took them to Howard Johnson's for ice cream."
When she headed straight to Jericho Road with us, we asked "What about Ice Cream"?
"They got ice cream because they behaved themselves on the bus all year long. I had to scold you guys over and over again about your dirty language and your picking on each other! Always seems to happen when I have a trip that's all boys. You wonder why the Lyman girls ride to school with their parents rather than ride my bus? No ice cream for you!"
Cheers,
Wes
 
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. Flathead six.
We took the head and oil pan off, removed the piston and rod. Put a screw in the oil channel hole in the crank throw, hammered a appropriate sized log in the empty cylinder, bolted it back together.
My brother went to forestry school in Paul Smith's, NY in the late '60s. Their research forest was a good six miles from the dorm along an abandoned RR roadbed, and 11 or 12 miles by roads.
One of the guys had a slant six Dart with a cracked water jacket, which they oiled up with STP and Marvel Mystery Oil and drove 5 3/4 miles til the engine seized, then hiked the rest of the way. On the way back, they topped it up with water from a stream and got all the way home before it seized. They did this day after day. When my brother graduated two years later, it was still running!
Cheers,
Wes
 
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Hey, my school bus for the first five grades was a '53 Pontiac wagon with the chief himself looking skyward while he spoke to the "Great Spirit".
Since we were the last house at the end of the road, I had to climb all the way to the "way back" row of seats twice a day.
The last day of school we "second trippers" had to wait an inordinate length of time while Mrs Johnson delivered the Dothan Road kids home. When she finally came back for us we wanted to know what took so long. "I took them to Howard Johnson's for ice cream."
When she headed straight to Jericho Road with us, we asked "What about Ice Cream"?
"They behaved themselves on the bus all year long. I had to scold you guys over and over again about your dirty language and your picking on each other! Always seems to happen when I have a trip that's all boys. You wonder why the Lyman girls ride to school with their parents rather than ride my bus? No ice cream for you!"
Cheers,
Wes

Mrs. Johnson needed to get a sense of humor!

Cheers,
Biff
 

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