I know we have a few people interested in flying etc, so just thought I'd repost this from our aviation forum for people's amusement, etc.
Last night my instructor and I were doing the final night requirement for my US PPL. We decided to combine it with some IR work, and filed IFR down from Sarasota to Naples and back. Upon taxiing out in our 172S we discovered that the right brake had failed, through the medium of braking, and violently veering left towards parked aircraft. We missed all of tem, the last one in line only because the pilot preflighting it saw us coming, leapt out, and pushed it backwards! We returned gingerly to parking and swapped into the other 172.
An hour's flight saw us shooting the VOR approach to Naples, and then departing back to Sarasota. Just north of Fort Myers, out over the bay, the engine hiccupped once. We glanced at each other, sharing a "that's not good" expression, before all hell broke loose; the engine started running very rough, and we started to lose altitude from our assigned 4000'. I was flying, and stayed on the controls while the instructor called up the nearest airport in the Garmin 430; a private strip called Coral Creek 6nm away. There was no info on the charts about it but Ft Myers approach gave us the frequency, and informed us that it had pilot controlled lighting.
Turns out, the lighting was inoperative, and the airfield is in the middle of a swamp; no ground lighting for miles around. We poured on full power and turned for Punta Gorda airport, 15 miles across the bay; but lighted. After about a mile, and topping out at 3500' it was clear that the engine was getting rapidly worse, and an invisible airport was preferable to a swim so we turned back.
Coral Creek by day.
Coral Creek by night.
The instructor brought Coral Creek back up onto the map, and switched to OBS mode; this gave us a line centred on the airport that we set to the runway heading and used as a guide. On a tight downwind we were still at 2500' so I put on full flap and extended my downwind; the instructor wanted to turn, but I was sure we were still too high and needed more space. I eventually turned a single 180 degree turn to finals and lined up using the GPS; we went down a little faster than best glide to lose the rest of the excess height, and flared when the altimeter read just above field elevation. The GPS at full zoom showed us over the runway and finally the rather weedy landing light picked out the centreline; right as our main wheels settled onto it. We had enough power to taxi off and shut down.
Fun!