As we climbed up through 5,000 feet, the airplane began to whisper. Ever so faintly, its breath in my ear, it was trying to tell mernsomething. I'd been flying this airplane for just one year, but with almost 700 hours in other turbocharged Cessnas, I was confident that I knew it well. As the airplane continued the climb, the throttle position seemed out of place. For some reason it needed to be shoved forward a good deal more than normal.
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