No-one knew at the time that we would be "visiting" quite a while. As luck would have it, Mark's father had a good friend with a hangar/house at Cedar City Regional Airport! I had emailed Mark's father to say we were on the ground here and he had called his friend to stop by and visit. On my return, he informed me we were grounded and showed me the ball bearings and little pieces of torn metal that lay in a tray beneath the the ring gear for the propeller.Īs Mark headed for the FBO, a guy arrived to tow us into place for tie down. I made a beeline for the bathroom while Mark fueled and checked the plane for damage. Smooth, safe, right down the center line, We taxied over to the FBO then the fueling area, and shut her down. On long final the rpms shot up to almost red line. You know, so we could trade altitude for speed and glide right into Cedar City Regional Airport.
Mark made the decision to fly the approach high, just in case we lost power. From where? No idea, but it didn't sound good and I know we hadn't hit anything. No further splatters appeared.Ģ0 miles out of Cedar City a bang was heard. Bonanza 303B sounded normal, was flying well and oil pressure remained constant. We looked at each other, thinking out loud the possibilities of where it may have come from. About 40 minutes out of Cedar City, a greasy splatter appeared suddenly on the windscreen.
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