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Dispatch from KEPH, Ephrata, Washington: I smell burning French toast. Yeah. There’s a hint of cinnamon mixed into the strong, pungent odor that’s filling the cockpit.
This can’t be good.
I scan my limited engine instruments. Nothing is out of the ordinary. My oil pressure is normal. My oil temp is good. The generator is pumping out its normal amount of juice. The tach is normal. Cylinder head temp is fine. The roar of the engine is steady, with no hiccups, rumbles, or pauses.
Yet I smell burning French toast. [Read more…]