I had settled in for the hour-long flight and was dividing my attention between scanning instruments, looking for traffic and enjoying the view when I heard a distinct "pop. Any unusual sound while flying my Comanche gets my attention right away, so I looked around trying to figure out where the noise came from. All instrument indications were nominal and even with my heightened sense of awareness, I could find nothing. So on I went, telling myself it could have been my imagination.
I got up very early to make it from San Jose, Calif., to the Reno-Stead Airport in Nevada where I was to do some volunteer work during Air Race setup. My takeoff was nominal and after punching through the marine layer, I canceled IFR and began a gentle climb heading for the Sierras.
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