THE LONG JOURNEY BACK
So my journey back to C/L began with a 10+ hour drive time to/from Shawnee KS. (On the outskirts of KC KS.)
It is ironic that my return to C/L commenced with a trip to the Kansas City area. You see, I was born and raised in KC and it was in KC that I learned to fly C/L in 1967. (My previous thinking it was 1966 proved to be incorrect according to my on-going scrapbook/journal I've found.) The KC area was my home until Jan of '69, when my dad got the urge to return to his "Fatherland" and we picked up stakes and moved to Roosterpoot, AR. (Almost Roosterpoot: Abbott, AR, pop less than 100, was actually the "town" we were nearest to!)
My alarm was set for 6 AM, and after gulping down a quick breakfast, I was out the door and on my way by about 6:35 AM yesterday.(Tuesday, Oct 10.)
The first order of business was to meet up with John "Doc" Holliday. I drove straight to his driveway WITHOUT Siri! (I'm amazing!)
Once there, Doc and I went out to his storage shed and Doc retrieved two VERY well built airplanes. (Pic 1) The tree shade I shot the picture in does not do justice to the high sheen on the finish! Doc is an excellent craftsman.
BUT... as if these two airplanes and engines weren't enough, Doc wasn't done yet, he also tossed in what looks like an indestructible 049 stunt/combat trainer, complete with an engine! (Pic 2)
From Doc's we loaded up and headed over to Dave Trible's place so I could meet him. It was great meeting him mano u mano and seeing his immaculate stunt ships. Why, Dave even has some old combat wings downstairs in his workshop!
During the visit at Dave's, Dave pointed out the Fox 35 Stunt that Bob Gieseke had owned that was likely one of the engines I built for Bob's use while at Fox Mfg. In fact, this could be the very engine that Bob used to win the World Championship in 1974! I had to get a picture of Dave and that Stunt! (Pic 3)
Not to be outdone by Doc (I guess?? LOL!), Dave loaded me up with these goodies in pic 4. It was another twist of irony that the surplus kit he gifted me was a Midwest Magician. You see, a Magician was the first "big" airplane I bulit and flew back in my C/L learning period. (The day was filled with irony!) About the two engines: One is a 25 sized engine for slow combat "should I ever decide to compete" and the other is a OS Max 40 "in case I ever want a full size stunt plane", said Dave!
I am convinced that C/L enthusiasts are some of the most giving group of hobbyists out there. I'm talking giving of advice, help and support, along with even giving of themselves and their time and efforts. It's a good hobby filled with a lot of excellent people!
Dave also provided some delicious pulled pork, and I had not seen the tub myself, that BBQ could have passed for premier KC BBQ! Good stuff.
After stuffing myself with BBQ and a very good pasta salad side, imagine my surprise when Dave announced we were going to the flying field (about 10 minutes from Dave and Doc's homes) and he was going to put me up in the air!! (Eegad!! I immediately had visions of unintentionally re-kitting his Buster into a pile of sticks!!)
Once at the field and unloaded, he soon had the Buster purring and I gave him the signal to release.
The take off and level flight went without hitch but whew boy... it didn't take long for the dizziness to creep in! I motioned for Dave to come give me a break, which he did. As soon as Dave took the handle I immediately sqautted down to give my equilibrium time to reset. Soon, I mentioned I was ready for another dose. As soon as the handle passed over my head I began to stand up... only to snag the line with my fool hat!! Quick as a flash: THWUMP! In went his Buster. Sheesh! What a total dweeb I can be!
Thankfully, the airplane was fine and dandy... but the wooden prop didn't survive. (Imagine that.)
He changed props and fired it up again: Off I went to see if I could finish off his Buster. (Or so it seemed!)
This time when I first felt some dizziness coming on, I stopped and did a sloppy loop (which gave pause to help the equilibrium to reset). Ha! It dawned me that I had come full circle. That is, some 56+ years ago I began learning stunts with sloppy loops... and here I am starting all over again doing what else but sloppy loops! More irony!
I did a few more laps then when the dizziness began to be felt again. This time I stopped, and in attempt to outdo my sloppy loop, I performed an equally sloppy figure eight. Rinse and repeat. I figured using this "rotate until dizzy, stop and do an eight" approach, I could get through this flight one way or the other!
While doing yet another of my patented "Sloppy Eights"... at the worst possible place (at the top of the outside loop near the top of the circle!) the engine cut out. Instinct took over and I took off* with the handle... alas... I heard the dork sound before I ever got the lines tight.
* Let me qualify that "took off" comment. Though "took off" sounds as if I burst into action with blazing speed, and actuality I took off as fast as my 71 year old body would allow, which ought to be a few miles per hour faster than a glacier. Looking back, frankly, I'm surprised I didn't fall flat on my face. I'm no spring chicken you know, and I can't remember the last time I tried to run... especially while dizzy! It's a miracle I didn't immediately eat grass and the airplane didn't impale itself into my butt.
Anyway, once again, the silk and Dave's excellent building techniques allowed the Buster to survive my ineptness (sans wooden prop)... but I needed to cut the losses before I found a way to completely destroy Dave's Buster. That was my last attempt. The rest of my return to flying needs to be MY airplanes taking the risk and NOT Dave's!
With that, Dave put up one of his big, nice, stunt airplanes. He felt it wasn't one of his best (which I thought looked and flew excellent), so he used it stay practiced.
I had forgotten how impressive it is to watch National (World?) caliber stunt flying. No wonder they call it "Precision Aerobatics". The precision involved is just amazing.
I tried to snap a couple pics as Dave flew the pattern, but I'm no Elwyn Aud (he was SO good at model flying photography!), so this is the best it gets. (See pics 5 and 6.)
It was a great trip, filled with so many ironic situations. It was nice being back in the Shawnee area of KC. Oh, and another Irony: As a lad I lived in Johnson County near where Doc and Dave currently live! (This would have been from about 12/59 - 11/62.) In fact, as an 8-9 year old kid, I used to ride my bicycle down to the little hobby shop that was on the town square to spend about .65 cents on Guillows stick n' tissue kits! (I remember building a Spitfire, a Chipmunk, and another one or two that are lost to memory. One summer I would save my allowance, and when I had sufficient funds, I would peddle down with my saved allowance money... buy a kit... struggle to get it assembled... then peddle down to repeat the process!)
Anyway, this "Return" trip was a very enjoyable experience, and I sincerely thank Doc and Dave for their hospitality as well as their unselfish generosity. Pic 7: Two very talented and unselfish C/L enthusiasts: Doc and David at the flying field. Doc is holding my Demon as a pic for posterity's sake.
C/L has a great group of guys (and gals?) involved with it.
All fer now!
Andre "I'll be back" Ming