Loading ...Great Story! I learned to fly a Cessna 152 back in the 70s… luckily in the flat farmlands of the upper midwest. Fouled the plugs once and the engine quit… six hours into my training. I checked the wind and lined up on a field of beans as my instructor was near panic running the checklist I had already done. I was fifty feet from doing a soft field landing when he finally got a restart on the engine on one magneto. Level out and gently climb above the trees at field edge. We followed roads going back to the airport and landed OK. Told the mechanic and listened to him bitch a bit.
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