RE: Dreams ? Flying - Byron

[Guest guest]

I too learned to fly in a J-3, in England in the mid-50's. A

left-over WWII artillery spotter flying out of a circular

grass field. Sixty-five screaming horses out front. A bent

wire sticking up through the gas tank cap with a cork on the

bottom end for a gas gauge. Spin the prop and don't stumble

forward. Take off the doors in the summer to feel the cool

breezes. Dive before attempting a loop - - - not enough

speed? - - - a hammerhead. No brakes, but in a moderate

headwind it would stop within 50 yards; in a strong headwind

would roll maybe two plane lengths. RAF Meteors would come

in low from your 6 and pull up right in front of you and

pull a sharp turn to watch you wallow in their slip-stream.

Throttle back and come in low and quiet over a golf course,

then shove the throttle through the firewall on a golfer's

backswing - preferably right over his head - then do a quick

circle and laugh while he shot birds at you with one hand

and shook his club at you with the other.

Come in high for a landing and side-slip it in at about 45

degrees and listen to a first timer scream.

Naaah! I don't have to dream either, but it's fun either

way.

Vaughn in TN (East)

> Re: Dreams ? Flying

>

> Hi Galan and Vaughn, I don't dream much and wish I

dreamed

> of flying like you guys.

> But I don't have to dream, I just set back in chair and

relax

> and remember flying the J3 Piper Cub I bought to learn to

fly

> . My first wife (Kate ) and I loved to fly and I learned

> first. Soloed in less than 10 Hrs. And passed a 3 hr.

Pilots

> exam the first time. I had 2 others, traded up but never

> really liked them. The J3 was small and comfortable, fly

> down in the valleys and drop candy parachutes to the kids

as

> I passed over the house, buzz your farm friends, etc.(

This

> was in Indiana ) And I can't remember dreams either except

> that I had one.Dream happy Byron and in FL

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

I learned to fly by jumping off a sand dune. Literally. My brother flies

those contraptions with engines and fans and stuff, he even has an ATP (Air

Transport Pilot) endorsement, and now flies a Lear Jet for some corporate

types. Me? I went a different route. Just as I was a stick-and-string

(sailboat) sailor (instead of a stinkpot driver, or powerboat type), I went

with fabric wings and no engine, not even a cockpit, for flying. I even

got a bronze award for being a safe pilot. I got it for making one hundred

consecutive flights without winding up in a hospital. I have to admit, I

was pretty proud of it at the time, but thinking about it now it does sound

a little bizarre, to say the least. My first flight was also my first solo

flight. They make tandem hang gliders, but you don't find them everywhere,

and I don't think there were any where I learned to fly. When you go to

land a hang glider, you have to get it right the first time, there is no

such thing as making a second approach. It was sort of flying like

superman though, you were flat out on your stomach (although some folks fly

in a sitting or even a supine position) and virtually the only noise you

hear is the air rushing by the fabric.

>I too learned to fly in a J-3, in England in the mid-50's. A

>left-over WWII artillery spotter flying out of a circular

>grass field. Sixty-five screaming horses out front. A bent

>wire sticking up through the gas tank cap with a cork on the

>bottom end for a gas gauge. Spin the prop and don't stumble

>forward. Take off the doors in the summer to feel the cool

>breezes. Dive before attempting a loop - - - not enough

>speed? - - - a hammerhead. No brakes, but in a moderate

>headwind it would stop within 50 yards; in a strong headwind

>would roll maybe two plane lengths. RAF Meteors would come

>in low from your 6 and pull up right in front of you and

>pull a sharp turn to watch you wallow in their slip-stream.

>Throttle back and come in low and quiet over a golf course,

>then shove the throttle through the firewall on a golfer's

>backswing - preferably right over his head - then do a quick

>circle and laugh while he shot birds at you with one hand

>and shook his club at you with the other.

>Come in high for a landing and side-slip it in at about 45

>degrees and listen to a first timer scream.

>

>Naaah! I don't have to dream either, but it's fun either

>way.

Galen Hekhuis NpD, JFR, GWA ghekhuis@...

Stings like a butterfly, floats like a bee

[Guest guest]

that's very cool...many of the things i might woulda tried...someday....

Galen Hekhuis ghekhuis@...> wrote: I learned to fly by jumping off a

sand dune. Literally. My brother flies

those contraptions with engines and fans and stuff, he even has an ATP (Air

Transport Pilot) endorsement, and now flies a Lear Jet for some corporate

types. Me? I went a different route. Just as I was a stick-and-string

(sailboat) sailor (instead of a stinkpot driver, or powerboat type), I went

with fabric wings and no engine, not even a cockpit, for flying. I even

got a bronze award for being a safe pilot. I got it for making one hundred

consecutive flights without winding up in a hospital. I have to admit, I

was pretty proud of it at the time, but thinking about it now it does sound

a little bizarre, to say the least. My first flight was also my first solo

flight. They make tandem hang gliders, but you don't find them everywhere,

and I don't think there were any where I learned to fly. When you go to

land a hang glider, you have to get it right the first time, there is no

such thing as making a second approach. It was sort of flying like

superman though, you were flat out on your stomach (although some folks fly

in a sitting or even a supine position) and virtually the only noise you

hear is the air rushing by the fabric.

>I too learned to fly in a J-3, in England in the mid-50's. A

>left-over WWII artillery spotter flying out of a circular

>grass field. Sixty-five screaming horses out front. A bent

>wire sticking up through the gas tank cap with a cork on the

>bottom end for a gas gauge. Spin the prop and don't stumble

>forward. Take off the doors in the summer to feel the cool

>breezes. Dive before attempting a loop - - - not enough

>speed? - - - a hammerhead. No brakes, but in a moderate

>headwind it would stop within 50 yards; in a strong headwind

>would roll maybe two plane lengths. RAF Meteors would come

>in low from your 6 and pull up right in front of you and

>pull a sharp turn to watch you wallow in their slip-stream.

>Throttle back and come in low and quiet over a golf course,

>then shove the throttle through the firewall on a golfer's

>backswing - preferably right over his head - then do a quick

>circle and laugh while he shot birds at you with one hand

>and shook his club at you with the other.

>Come in high for a landing and side-slip it in at about 45

>degrees and listen to a first timer scream.

>

>Naaah! I don't have to dream either, but it's fun either

>way.

Galen Hekhuis NpD, JFR, GWA ghekhuis@...

Stings like a butterfly, floats like a bee

[Guest guest]

that's very cool...many of the things i might woulda tried...someday....

Galen Hekhuis ghekhuis@...> wrote: I learned to fly by jumping off a

sand dune. Literally. My brother flies

those contraptions with engines and fans and stuff, he even has an ATP (Air

Transport Pilot) endorsement, and now flies a Lear Jet for some corporate

types. Me? I went a different route. Just as I was a stick-and-string

(sailboat) sailor (instead of a stinkpot driver, or powerboat type), I went

with fabric wings and no engine, not even a cockpit, for flying. I even

got a bronze award for being a safe pilot. I got it for making one hundred

consecutive flights without winding up in a hospital. I have to admit, I

was pretty proud of it at the time, but thinking about it now it does sound

a little bizarre, to say the least. My first flight was also my first solo

flight. They make tandem hang gliders, but you don't find them everywhere,

and I don't think there were any where I learned to fly. When you go to

land a hang glider, you have to get it right the first time, there is no

such thing as making a second approach. It was sort of flying like

superman though, you were flat out on your stomach (although some folks fly

in a sitting or even a supine position) and virtually the only noise you

hear is the air rushing by the fabric.

>I too learned to fly in a J-3, in England in the mid-50's. A

>left-over WWII artillery spotter flying out of a circular

>grass field. Sixty-five screaming horses out front. A bent

>wire sticking up through the gas tank cap with a cork on the

>bottom end for a gas gauge. Spin the prop and don't stumble

>forward. Take off the doors in the summer to feel the cool

>breezes. Dive before attempting a loop - - - not enough

>speed? - - - a hammerhead. No brakes, but in a moderate

>headwind it would stop within 50 yards; in a strong headwind

>would roll maybe two plane lengths. RAF Meteors would come

>in low from your 6 and pull up right in front of you and

>pull a sharp turn to watch you wallow in their slip-stream.

>Throttle back and come in low and quiet over a golf course,

>then shove the throttle through the firewall on a golfer's

>backswing - preferably right over his head - then do a quick

>circle and laugh while he shot birds at you with one hand

>and shook his club at you with the other.

>Come in high for a landing and side-slip it in at about 45

>degrees and listen to a first timer scream.

>

>Naaah! I don't have to dream either, but it's fun either

>way.

Galen Hekhuis NpD, JFR, GWA ghekhuis@...

Stings like a butterfly, floats like a bee

[Guest guest]

that's very cool...many of the things i might woulda tried...someday....

Galen Hekhuis ghekhuis@...> wrote: I learned to fly by jumping off a

sand dune. Literally. My brother flies

those contraptions with engines and fans and stuff, he even has an ATP (Air

Transport Pilot) endorsement, and now flies a Lear Jet for some corporate

types. Me? I went a different route. Just as I was a stick-and-string

(sailboat) sailor (instead of a stinkpot driver, or powerboat type), I went

with fabric wings and no engine, not even a cockpit, for flying. I even

got a bronze award for being a safe pilot. I got it for making one hundred

consecutive flights without winding up in a hospital. I have to admit, I

was pretty proud of it at the time, but thinking about it now it does sound

a little bizarre, to say the least. My first flight was also my first solo

flight. They make tandem hang gliders, but you don't find them everywhere,

and I don't think there were any where I learned to fly. When you go to

land a hang glider, you have to get it right the first time, there is no

such thing as making a second approach. It was sort of flying like

superman though, you were flat out on your stomach (although some folks fly

in a sitting or even a supine position) and virtually the only noise you

hear is the air rushing by the fabric.

>I too learned to fly in a J-3, in England in the mid-50's. A

>left-over WWII artillery spotter flying out of a circular

>grass field. Sixty-five screaming horses out front. A bent

>wire sticking up through the gas tank cap with a cork on the

>bottom end for a gas gauge. Spin the prop and don't stumble

>forward. Take off the doors in the summer to feel the cool

>breezes. Dive before attempting a loop - - - not enough

>speed? - - - a hammerhead. No brakes, but in a moderate

>headwind it would stop within 50 yards; in a strong headwind

>would roll maybe two plane lengths. RAF Meteors would come

>in low from your 6 and pull up right in front of you and

>pull a sharp turn to watch you wallow in their slip-stream.

>Throttle back and come in low and quiet over a golf course,

>then shove the throttle through the firewall on a golfer's

>backswing - preferably right over his head - then do a quick

>circle and laugh while he shot birds at you with one hand

>and shook his club at you with the other.

>Come in high for a landing and side-slip it in at about 45

>degrees and listen to a first timer scream.

>

>Naaah! I don't have to dream either, but it's fun either

>way.

Galen Hekhuis NpD, JFR, GWA ghekhuis@...

Stings like a butterfly, floats like a bee