Ahhhh....Summer of '94. Venice Florida. Huffman Aviation. A Cessna 150. Three landings on Runway 13.
What an awesome experience! Although I almost managed to get myself killed. On my very first trip around the pattern, a guy in a 182 made a straight in approach to 13 without making any calls on the radio, and finally said something when I called my base to final. He said he was a quarter mile final as well. I looked all around, didn't see him, so I figured he was above me and instead of firewalling the throttle, I landed right at the very beginning of the runway, and sure enough - the Skylane floats down ahead of me and lands about midway down the runway. He does a touch and go, and leaves the pattern without a word.
First solo, and already I'm filling out a NASA report! Not an illustrious start to my flying career, but it's 8 years later and no NASA reports since! ::knocks vigorously on wood::
Learned a couple of things too. That guy might have been foolish to do a straight in and not tell anyone, but I still should have seen him while I was in the pattern. I didn't. Also, in hindsight, I might have been better off moving to the left or right instead of continuing the approach. I made the right call that he was above me, but if he didn't decide to land further down the runway, we would have both been fooked. My grandfather took a couple of good pictures of the both of us on final - I'd guess that the 182 was about 50 feet above me. Pretty scary. I use the pictures to remind me to keep my head on a swivel when in the pattern!
The next two patterns went without incident, however.
