This is the story of owning and operating a 1993 Beech Bonanza A36 in the UK and some of its adventures.
For a few weeks I have been promising to go to London to pick up two very precious antique french clocks for a friend. Yesterday I woke up to see glorious blue skies and knew that today was the day so to speak.
Off to Blackpool without checking the weather then when I got there my co-pilot (a friend who just likes to fly) was there to greet me with the news that the weather was passable. I didnt understand because it was glorious outside but a quick look at the tafs showed that it was much worse both en-route and down south.
Biggin Hill our destination had tafs for a fairly low cloud base and plenty of showers and some cb action.
All the way there were suffered some unpleasant turbulence that kept the Bonanza bouncing around. Now I am sure that most of you know that the Beech Bonanza A36 is a sturdy machine that weighs in at more than twice a 152 I think but this did nothing to stop us getting bounced against our seat belts all the way.
I unfortunately suffer from air sickness in extended turbulence but was OK still when I got there but the journey home was even worse. By the time I got back I was green. Not a very enjoyable flight. What made it worse was that my passenger loved every minute of it. I wish I could be like that.
Anyway the clocks made it back to Blackpool in the back of the Bonanza in one piece in time to watch one of the club student pilots going off for his GFT. I felt sorry for him in the turbulence but I hope he passed!
