VINTAGE INSTRUCTOR
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DOUG STEWART
Try it . . . you’ll like it! The takeoff on this formation flight was going to be with a slight tailwind, but the downhill slope of the grass runway would compensate a little bit. We were taking off with the tailwind primarily because of the increased options we would have, going in this direction, in case anything went wrong. Going the other way meant clearing trees at the end of the runway, and then nothing but a busy highway beyond the trees. As long as the wind didn’t increase, there should be no problems. I was surprised at how quickly we were up off the bumpy runway, and flying in ground effect, especially with two of us on board. This time, rather than sitting in the back as the instructor, I was sitting in front, and Tom Decker was sitting in the back coaching me. It felt really refreshing to be receiving instruction for a change, rather than offering it. Because we had become airborne before the Piper Pawnee in front of us, we stayed in ground effect until the Pawnee lifted off. We then flew through the turbulence behind the Pawnee and settled in for the climb, staying exactly 200 feet behind it. Tom instructed me to aim just a little below the Pawnee’s tail. He told me that if the Pawnee turned, I should aim the nose of my aircraft toward the outer wingtip of the Pawnee. A big smile was spreading across my face as I settled in for the challenge. As the Pawnee banked into a turn to leave the pattern, I realized I was going to have to match his bank perfectly to stay in trail. If I banked too steeply, I would cut inside his turn, and if too shallow, I would fly outside of the Pawnee’s arc. This didn’t present too much of a problem, but I found that I was having trouble maintaining my vertical distance. As the Pawnee hit some lift, I found I could anticipate and thus maintain my relative vertical position. But when the Pawnee encountered sink, I often found myself flying right up into the prop wash and wake
turbulence of the lead airplane. Gosh, I hadn’t had this much fun in an airplane in a long time. As we reached 2,500 AGL Tom told me to pull the red knob in the center of the panel. “Oh no, the big red one!” I thought. As I pulled it, the towrope that had been maintaining that perfect 200 feet between the Pawnee and us shot forward toward the towplane. I guess if you hadn’t figured it out yet, I was on an aerotow, in a glider. As that towrope appeared to shoot forward, we banked to the right, and the Pawnee executed a diving turn to the left, to head down and tow yet another glider back up into the sky. Now the fun was about to start in earnest! This was not my first time in a glider. My first glider flight had been about 50 years ago. (In fact, that flight had been the first time in my life that there had been more than a few feet between my posterior and the earth, and to this day, I have not forgotten it!) I also got to fly in the same glider I was now flying about two years ago, courtesy of the Valley Soaring Club, based at the Randall Airport (06N) in Middletown, New York (www.valleysoaring.org). It was a 1967 Schweizer 2-33 glider, one of the more common training gliders in use today. A client of mine, and now a good friend, Matt Blades, is the VP of the club. We had first met when he came to me to acquire his ASEL (airplane single-engine land) rating. He then later came to me to get tailwheel transition training in my PA-12. He had always given me a standing offer to come to his club and experience the exhilaration and joy of flying a glider. Thus, I found myself eagerly headed to the Valley Soaring Club at Randall, to pump some new excitement into my flying experience. I cannot recommend in strong enough terms my feelings that every power pilot should spend some time flying a glider. There are so many things to be re-
I cannot recommend in strong enough terms my feelings that every power pilot should spend some time flying a glider.
28 SEPTEMBER 2005