I have been getting flights recently in a Vans RV9, which I had a small part in building. The owner uses something called Sky Demon, which is an app you load onto an IPad. The IPad is clipped onto the dash and Sky Demon gives you a fantastic navigational display that shows you exactly where you are and where any restricted airspace is. It also tells you how fast you are going, how high you are and if there is any high terrain ahead. Couldn’t recommend it more highly.
I have SkyDemon but I was not using it for my Solo Qualifying Navigation exam. Getting a bit lost was actually a vital lesson learnt and will hopefully make me a safer pilot when I pass my test and begin the process of really learning to fly. On the day in question, I had to get back in the aircraft and fly back to where I started from, so I can be proud of myself for getting it right on the way home and that includes flying back through Military airspace but at least I got approval first and flew past the airfield without a hitch You never stop learning something as challenging as flying
Isn’t that the whole point of a satnav?? Postcodes too. Op didn’t mention he was doing a test which meant he couldn’t use SkyDemon when he got lost. Why the piss-taking???
Not taking the piss at all.... I know that Aviation GPS's dont or didnt go into fine details like roads, road names, etc... and most now use CAA Charts, as the main image, that do display major routes like motorways and 'A' roads... But would be useless to navigate through a busy town...
I was suggesting that on my Bike I'd be interested in knowing how high I was, implying that I was not so much riding it as low flying. I realise if I have to explain it then the joke probably wasn't that funny in the first place.
Yes of course and I had it but upon leaving the airspace, I missed my next VRP and heading due to the glare of the sun and being surrounded by aircraft, I accidentally flew back into the restricted airspace. It ain't like riding a bike, you can't just stop and put your foot down
I will be allowing scantily clad women in the back of my Gyro, no beaurocrat will be telling me any different
