Well, I've been a busy boy these past three weeks. But this time, I've got pictures!
This will hopefully be the last of the 'here's what I ate for lunch today' entries -- there's lots of serious writing to do -- but I thought some of the Tragically Bored out there might be interested in my cat airplane pictures.
Sun n Fun is the first major experimental fly-in of the year. This was my fourth time, but the first time I attended as an airplane (parts) owner, and I'll be damned if there aren't a whole lot of airplane parts for sale out there, at prices not much greater than a small house. You know that $1.00 / bottle drinking water we all guzzle? Well, if that were AVIATION GRADE water you might expect to pay $349.95 for it.
Here I stand with Surly Gatekeeper and Very Old Friend Steve, aka Great Hairy Silverback, in front of one of his favorite airplanes, the new Adams A500 -- the nose gear on this airplane costs more than my Long EZ (my Long EZ -- ahhhhhhhhhhh...)
Now as it turns out, Big Wheels are turning behind the curtain, back where we NeoCons plan and execute our World Domination conspiracies. I can't go into any more detail without tracking down and killing every last one of you, but suffice it to say that Your Author may be spending some Quality Time in one of these:
This is a Velocity, a four-seat canard much like my Long EZ and much unlike it as well, in that it seats four people (or five jockeys). Two lashed together might be able to haul certain gravitationally-challenged 'documentary' filmmakers (must...STOP...this pettiness...)
Hey, speaking of honor-free anti-American douchebags... there wasn't one in attendance at the entire show. How do I know? Because I saw a lot of people getting all misty-eyed when they saw this:
Both the Air Force and Navy have been doing a bunch of these lately, and a Damn Good Thing it is, too. It's called a Legacy Flight. That's a P-51 Mustang ahead by a nose -- the fighter that sealed the deal in Europe: an agile, deadly, long-range fighter escort. Together with it's older, bigger, meaner cousin, the P-47, it turned the entire country into one giant Target of Opportunity. (Luftwaffe chieftain Hermann Goering said as soon as he heard there were fighter escorts over Berlin he knew the war was lost. He was right!)
Below the Mustang is a Korean-war vintage F-86 Sabre. Not quite the first US operational jet fighter (that distinction belongs to the F-80 Shooting Star), but it was the jet that gave the US Air Force about a 12:1 victory ratio in MiG Alley, and began the USAF's reputation as "the largest distributor of MiG parts in the world."
On top -- and flying damn near as slow as it can -- is the F-16 Fighting Falcon. The USAF ran a Falcon Demo on both days I was there. Folks, when that bad boy rolls in on a high speed pass, 650 knots+, just under the speed of sound -- well, it's just eerie. Eerie because it is absolutely silent, since it is almost outflying it's own sound waves.
Then ROOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!
Not so damn eerie now, by God!! That bastard just rips the air molecules to shreds. It's a visceral, mind-blowing, jaw-dangling noise, like the velcro that holds the sky up being ripped open right before your eyes. GHS taps me on the shoulder:
"Sound of freedom, baby!"
I reply with, "WHAT?" Looking around, I see about 60,000 people wiping tears from their eyes. Steve nailed it: Sound of freedom, baby!
Keeping one eye on the Falcon ripping holes in the atmosphere, I scream back:
"I hope this is the last sound those murdering sons of bitches heard down in those caves at Tora Bora!"
Steve shouts, "WHAT?"
So I do a little driving on the exciting and challenging Alligator Alley after a day visiting the nephew and then fishing with other brother Steve. A night in Ft. Lauderdale with my sister and my Dear Old Mum, then it's up the equally challenging and exciting I-95 to Melbourne, FL and MY DINNER WITH FRANK J.
I had arranged to meet Frank in an out-of-the-way little barbeque place where neither of us would be recognized. Nothing -- nothing ruins a nice meal like an endless stream of "will you sign this Mr. Whittle?" or "Oh my God! It's him! It's him!"
As I was watching my Sweet Tea crystalize around my straw, I heard the sound of a World War I artillery barrage out in the parking lot! It was Frank J! He arrived in a chopped, Jet-black '57 T-Bird -- and when I say chopped, I mean he had taken a chain saw to the top half of the body from grille to trunk lock. It came a-thunderin' in shooting ten-foot high blasts of flame from the 12 cylinder Merlin engine he had mounted from a Reno Air Race Mustang that had fallen on hard times. The windows blew in all down the side of the restaurant.
I was impressed!
Frank vaulted from the T-bird with easy grace, kissed the 17-year-old Barely Legal Quintuplets once each, deeply, on the lips, and strode into the restaurant like Marshall Dillon on a bad hemmorhoid day. Awesome! It's not easy to walk with a 40mm Bofors Anti-Aircraft Gun in a hidden carry holster and a running chain saw strapped to your right hand like Ash in Army of Darkness, but Frank J. makes it look natural. He is a God among men, that much is obvious immediately.
After a wire-fu spinning entry through the front door and over the partition, Frank joined me at the table with a grunt of acknowledgement and the barest suggestion of a nod. A stunning group of bikini models two tables down started to get up and approach him for autographs; he stopped them in their tracks with a growl like a machine gun chewing through steel pipe.
"Can't let these bitches think they own ya," he muttered, and revved the chainsaw for good measure.
Frank was silent throughout the entire meal. The only sound was of him digging the chainsaw into a half-side of roast suckling pig. He let the blades idle just long enough to rip shreds of meat off the chain with his teeth.
During the entire time, I kept wondering what it was Frank had wanted to say to me. But I was constantly disappointed, as all he did was tear into the pork, drink moonshine from a silver flask that appeared to have a bullet hole plugged with a silver dollar, and smoke and eventually eat a large number of unfiltered Turkish cigarettes. But as for conversation...nothing.
Disappointed, confused, I watched as he finished the meal in silence, shattering a jug of water as he cleaned his chainsaw and leapt, in a single move too fast for the human eye to follow, up onto the table and out the window, into the parking lot.
He motioned me to follow with a sneer.
He snapped the fingers on his bear-like paw, and instantly the T-Bird exploded into fire-breathing fury. Just as I thought he was going to hop in and drive away in a cloud of flame and acrid rubber smoke, he turned to me and whispered:
"Got a karaoke Elvis, there, flyboy?"
I did:
I stood there a moment, and as I silently straightened back up to a normal standing position, I saw a single tear slide down Frank's cheek, under his welder's sunglasses. His lip curled into a sneer, but it was quivering, ever so slightly...
"No matter what ah do..." he muttered, "no mattah how hahd ah try..."
He paused, trying to regain control of his breathing. He stabbed at the tear, leaving a horrible gash on his cheek.
"You'n yer website make me'n my website look like a god-damn PUSSY!"
And with that, he lept into his car, burned rubber, and was gone.
I stood there for a long time, listening to the ever-decreasing roar and choked-back sobbing.
A long time.
Truth be told, I did exaggerate a little on the Frank Story.
Fact is, I really didn't wait too long at all after he drove away. As a matter of fact, I had called to get a demo ride in the aforementioned Velocity, which was conveniently only one exit south on I-95. I called GHS in Orlando, and he met me in Sebastian for what turned into a great afternoon.
The Velocity is a blast to fly. Great performance, and a whole lot of room. Plus, there's something cool about the view with the canard out front and the swept wing and winglet behind. Old GHS took the following from the back seat:
Scott Swing, the Demo Pilot, gave me the controls on the climb out. We got to 4k in no time, and the aircraft will do a very nice turn with rudder only, and hold it, too. Sweet! Scott then rolled the damned thing! Awesome! Like rolling a BMW sedan -- only with a happy ending. He gave me the plane again, and I pulled the power back to idle. I'm here to tell you, with that glide ratio, you need a deck of cards to pass the time after an engine failure. Very nice. And the glass cockpit looks like it should -- right out of the Enterprise.
So it was south down the coast for a while at 160 kts, then a nice steep turn and back north at 300 ft., with a climbing chandelle at the inlet! Yeah, yeah! More of that!
Guys like me have this look pasted on our mugs after a flight like that:
GHS, meanwhile, is pondering whether or not to leave his position as World's Greatest Sim Pilot and join the rest of us punters in the real world of crosswinds and really, really high frame rates, even with the scenery set to HUMONGOUS:
Peanut Gallery to Great Hairy Silverback: The answer is GO FOR IT.
So I get back from Florida, go to work for two days, and then the real adventure starts...
Okay, now try to follow the dots here:
This is XCOR:
They are the rocket scientists I wrote about in TRINITY. If you are one of the thousands of multi-millionaires who read Eject! Eject! Eject! with your morning coffee, you need to write them a big fat check RIGHT NOW because they build the rocket engines that can get us into space for less than the cost of a night at the movies for a family of four. Think that's just big talk, hombres? Well then, have a look at this, homeslice:
This is the EZ ROCKET:
It goes straight up, in the words of it's pilot, "like a scalded-ass ape." I've seen it. And all you rich capitalists out there who would like to see this country continue to lead the world in space and technology ought to set aside $24.95 for a book on patriotic essays, and then send anything you have leftover to these fellow capitalists who want to make you rich AND famous.
Now here, in a very rare, undated photo, are the Three Living Legends of Aviation:
On the left, Dick Rutan, pilot of the EZ Rocket, and before that, the Voyager which back in '86 was cleared from Mojave, CA to Mojave, CA -- nonstop, unrefueled, around the world. Combat pilot, non-stop circumnavigation pilot, experimental rocket pilot.
On the right, Burt Rutan: designer of the Voyager, designer of the Global Flyer, designer of what looks to be the world's first private manned space program, and not least, designer of not only the EZ Rocket but also, as a crown jewel, the designer of Bill Whittle's Long EZ.
Center, Bill Whittle, holder of the prestigious FAA private pilot rating.
So I don't think it's any exaggeration to say that the three of us hold the future of manned spaceflight, if not the fate of the very nation, in our hands.
(I actually had the honor to fly backseat with Dick Rutan a few months ago. I was taking turnpoint photos in the back of Dick's blue Long EZ for my Xcor buddies. Dick scowled at me! ME!! I haven't washed my face since then and I don't intend to, either.)
All right, back to the point:
Here is Dan DeLong, Lead XCor Rocket Scientist, standing next to the one-of-a-kind trailer used to transport the EZ ROCKET:
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(All XCOR photos by Mike Massee)
And now, after much ado, here is a picture of me and my other very old friend Fritz, with my Long EZ on the Xcor trailer, somewhere in the middle of goddam Utah on the infernal I-70:
I agree, it looks like a Long EZ came apart in midair and crash-landed on the trailer (never once happened -- thanks, Burt!). And towing the trailer 1000 miles there, and the trailer and airplane 1000 miles back, over the unspeakably brutal and beautiful 11,600 foot summit outside of Denver, in a wheezing six-cylinder 1986 Astro Van with 187,000 miles on it... I have decided to name my adventure 1000 miles at 33 knots: Bill's Long EZ comes home.
And may she never move so slowly again.
So that whole dog-and-pony show was just my way of saying thank you, THANK YOU to those generous and brave souls at XCOR who loaned me, free of charge, their precious, preciousssssssss trailer... the only one in the world built to trailer a Long EZ without 1. Removing the Landing Gear or 2. Applying for a wide load permit.
Thank you thank you thank you.
I think...
Here's my Long after unloading at the hangar at Fullerton. The shocked look is due to the realization that I have spent all the money I have in the world on a hollow piece of fiberglass much closer to a large terrarium or planter than an actual airplane:
My friend Fritz has a deep historical passion. (Check out, if you dare, his Warhorse and Militaria Foundation [website design by Yours Truly]) I say this because he seems to think we will have a rear gunner position, as they did in the old WWI biplanes:
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We will not be needing a rear gunner position, due to the extensive missile armament I plan to put on the plane.
Finally, here it is all tucked away:
The man in the photo is happy, exhausted, and terrified. There is SO MUCH WORK TO DO!
It's a long way from that, to this:
Yes, it's highly modified, and yes, I have top-flight aerodynamicist and canard builder friends who have and will put the brakes on anything Dangerous (hey Barnaby!) or Terribly Stupid (Richard -- how's it goin'?)
...but we live in an amazing country where dreams come true, don't we?
And out here, under that big sky... a big leap, a lot of hard work...who knows how far you can go?
Thanks to all who made it possible. You know who you are.
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Comments
Forget the politics. You should write travelogues.
[gasp!] What am I saying?!?!?
Posted by: Russ | May 3, 2004 11:32 PM
Glad to have you back.
James
Posted by: James R. Rummel | May 3, 2004 11:51 PM
Welcome back Bill.
Now, I'm not one to say the whole trip was made up. I'm sure you met all those fine people, and did all those wonderful things but...
I can't help but notice the photo of the Rutan boys with you behind them looks just a little off. As a matter of fact, a really sceptical person might even notice that it looks almost like someone took the pic from the top-right of your blog and photoshopped it in there.
But hey, I'm sure it's all legit if you sez it is!
That XCor stuff flat turns me on. I wish I was a: a rocket scientist, b: a test pilot, or c: a rich mutha who could buy his way into some of that action. Unfortunately I am simply d: a huge drooling fan of stuff like this.
Oh well... at least I can watch and gape with the best of them. :D
One last comment... has there ever been a sexier plane than the P-51? yum yum.
Posted by: krakatoa | May 4, 2004 2:51 AM
Yay! a Bill post to start off my day -- and it's funny as all get out. Odd how Frank's version of the story is so different...
Thanks for the update and the morning laughter.
Posted by: A Recovering Liberal | May 4, 2004 6:30 AM
You caused me to whip out my V.I.P. club card 5133, Voyager's Impressive People, signifying my contribution to the round the world flight.
See what free men can do.
Sweet looking machine, like a flying wet dream.
Posted by: Walter Wallis | May 4, 2004 7:00 AM
Thanks (for the update) and congratulations (on making your dream come true). Your writings and actions continue to inspire us to achieve personal greatness.
Posted by: Greg Williams | May 4, 2004 7:13 AM
Bill,
You've matched Frank J's In My World. And that's no small feat!
Posted by: El Jefe | May 4, 2004 7:32 AM
Damn. I thought the camera was only supposed to add TEN pounds. Thank God the Velocity's center of gravity is located directly under the rear seat, or we'd never have gotten airborne with me sitting there.
Note to "Peanut Gallery": okay, I'm going for it. Now if I can just find a flight school in the Orlando area that'll take you from neophyte to astronaut in just three weeks, in exchange for some unused exercise equipment.
Now back to getting some REAL use out of this computer... back to flying my 1934-vintage twin-engine racer around the world.
Who says having no life sucks?
GHS
Posted by: GreatHairySilverback | May 4, 2004 8:03 AM
The flyby pic and description were perfect. Keep it up.
Posted by: CP Tomes | May 4, 2004 8:11 AM
Where are the pictures!? All that beautiful prose and nary an image to be found...
*grin* - Welcome Back Bill!
Posted by: Clancy | May 4, 2004 8:31 AM
Fullerton? Fullerton?
You'll be lucky if they don't steal the whole airport.
Congrats on getting your baby home. Now, the next few days (years) will be getting it airworthy.
And yes, this subject is allowed to accompany the writing.
Posted by: Sapper Mike | May 4, 2004 9:08 AM
If you need some mindless labor at the hanger one of these days, I happen to live down in OC and would love to give you whatever help you might need.
Posted by: hindmost | May 4, 2004 10:04 AM
One of my favorite memories of being in the Army in Germany was the sound of the F-16.
After three years of hearing them almost daily, I still never grew tired of it.
I LOVE that sound.
Oh and welcome back and glad your fed, now get writing.
Posted by: Serenity | May 4, 2004 10:25 AM
A number of people, including Jay Garner, the first U.S. administrator of Iraq, think that the Bush administration shunned early elections, which might have given legitimacy to a transitional government, so it could impose economic policies that no elected Iraqi government would have approved. Indeed, over the past year the Coalition Provisional Authority has slashed tariffs, flattened taxes and thrown Iraqi industry wide open to foreign investors — reinforcing the sense of many Iraqis that we came as occupiers, not liberators.
But it's the reliance on private contractors to carry out tasks usually performed by government workers that has really come back to haunt us.
Conservatives make a fetish out of privatization of government functions; after the 2002 elections, George Bush announced plans to privatize up to 850,000 federal jobs. At home, wary of a public backlash, he has moved slowly on that goal. But in Iraq, where there is little public or Congressional oversight, the administration has privatized everything in sight.
For example, the Pentagon has a well-established procurement office for gasoline. In Iraq, however, that job was subcontracted to Halliburton. The U.S. government has many experts in economic development and reform. But in Iraq, economic planning has been subcontracted — after a highly questionable bidding procedure — to BearingPoint, a consulting firm with close ties to Jeb Bush.
What's truly shocking in Iraq, however, is the privatization of purely military functions.
For more than a decade, many noncritical jobs formerly done by soldiers have been handed to private contractors. When four Blackwater employees were killed and mutilated in Falluja, however, marking the start of a wider insurgency, it became clear that in Iraq the U.S. has extended privatization to core military functions. It's one thing to have civilians drive trucks and serve food; it's quite different to employ them as personal bodyguards to U.S. officials, as guards for U.S. government installations and — the latest revelation — as interrogators in Iraqi prisons.
According to reports in a number of newspapers, employees from two private contractors, CACI International and Titan, act as interrogators at the Abu Ghraib prison. According to Sewell Chan of The Washington Post, these contractors are "at the center of the probe" into the abuse of Iraqi prisoners. And that abuse, according to the senior defense analyst at Jane's, has "almost certainly destroyed much of what support the coalition had among the more moderate section of the Iraqi population."
We don't yet know for sure that private contractors were at fault. But why put civilians, who cannot be court-martialed and hence aren't fully accountable, in that role? And why privatize key military functions?
I don't think it's simply a practical matter. Although there are several thousand armed civilians working for the occupation, their numbers aren't large enough to make a significant dent in the troop shortage. I suspect that the purpose is to set a precedent.
You may ask whether our leaders' drive to privatize reflects a sincere conservative ideology, or a desire to enrich their friends. Probably both. But before Iraq, privatization that rewarded campaign contributors was a politically smart move, even if it was a net loss for the taxpayers.
In Iraq, however, reality does matter. And thanks to the ideologues who dictated our policy over the past year, reality looks pretty grim.
Posted by: The Bride | May 4, 2004 10:57 AM
Bill, You are welcome and glad to be of help.
One thing: we're engineers, not scientists. ;->
Welcome back.
Posted by: Aleta | May 4, 2004 10:57 AM
Wow, it's really true. For some people, every single second of reality revolves around the Bush administration.
I guess that DOES make him a god for some...
Welcome back, Bill.
Posted by: LabRat | May 4, 2004 12:09 PM
i knew frank j was french but i didnt know he was such a weenie. now i understand the whole contest, he was trying to get a girl to talk to him.
one of the first things you should buy is a fein sander. amazon has them, my daddy says their the best.
Posted by: elizabeth | May 4, 2004 12:29 PM
WTF?
"...eliminate 850,000 Federal jobs.." The horror! The horror! (Reminds me of that old joke about lawyers at the bottom of the sea.)
"Government experts". Tee, hee..
Smells like a troll, but it also smells like spam: lengthy, off-topic post in a comments section. (Shall we call it "Sprolling"? or "Tramming"?)
Posted by: Anonymous | May 4, 2004 12:54 PM
Harumpf!! It's well known that the largest distributor of MiG parts in the world is the United States Navy, source of the only authentic Pretty Good Stuff. Accept no Left Coast substitutes, believe no high-desert advertisments.
Posted by: Mike McDaniel | May 4, 2004 1:26 PM
elizabeth,
you're killin' me, you little squirt. Go back to sleep already.
Posted by: A Recovering Liberal | May 4, 2004 1:36 PM
Velocities are absolutely amazing. I have a buddy with a NICE (pink) velocity for sale; he's looking for about 68k last I heard (it's been a while since I asked). Located in southern missouri. So hurry up and publish your book so you can spend the bonus!
Posted by: sleepy | May 4, 2004 1:46 PM
Hey Bride,
Why not crack a window and get a little air? You have that groggy, nodding-off tone that people get right before they drive off the highway.
Posted by: Bill Whittle | May 4, 2004 2:07 PM
ok. soon as im done playing with the kitty.
frankj is still a poopy head.
Posted by: elizabeth | May 4, 2004 2:07 PM
You hit the nail on the head, LabRat... "For some people, every single second of reality revolves around the Bush administration." Bride probably crashes parties and weddings just to prattle on about the evil of Bush, et al, as if cataloging his "sins" accomplishes anything other than making the cataloger look like a pain in the ass.
Well, speaking first as a "commenter" here, I'd like to say two things to "Bride": (a) you're trying too hard, and (b) make up your mind.
From the mouth of someone who I'm sure was once a hell-raiser against the Pentagon for its gross inefficiencies in its handling of procurement contracts (from $8,000 toilet seats to communications gear that costs the military six or seven times what it costs on the civilian market), you now point out that gasoline procurement in Iraq has been subcontracted out to Halliburton, when "...for example, the Pentagon has a well-established procurement office for gasoline." Make up your mind.
Yes, now that it's just another way to snipe at the Bush administration, the Pentagon's methods are actually preferred again.
You say, "It's one thing to have civilians drive trucks and serve food; it's quite different to employ them as personal bodyguards to U.S. officials, as guards for U.S. government installations and — the latest revelation — as interrogators in Iraqi prisons."
As if civilian security personnel and personal bodyguards are unheard of, unprecedented, and unqualified for the job, despite the fact that they've been guarding U.S. and corporate assets, facilities, officials, and dignitaries, to some degree or another, for decades.
And stuff like, "... But why put civilians, who cannot be court-martialed and hence aren't fully accountable, in that role?"
What? If you can't be court-martialed, you're not accountable? I'd be willing to bet that YOU'RE not military, Bride, and so cannot be court-martialed either. So does that mean you cannot be held accountable for any lawless acts you commit? Of course not. You'll go to jail just as quick as a civilian as you will as a grunt.
Enough. Bride, you've had your fifteen minutes of flame now. So here's a little FYI: nowhere on this site is there a banner that says, "Free Soapbox! Come here to publicly vent your spleen on someone else's nickel!"
As has been repeated to many borderline trolls before, this is a "Comment Section," where people can come and make comments on either Bill's essays and postings, or to comments made by other commenters. Doing otherwise is abusing the forum and making a pest out of yourself.
So, speaking now as the Site Bouncer here (or "Surly Gatekeeper," as Bill put it), either (a) behave (comment on the topics or comments at hand), (b) leave, or (c) prepare to be deleted.
You sound like you can put thoughts and words together well enough (however confused, misguided, and untimely they may be), so why waste them on an unappreciative and unmoved audience, and at a place where I'm just going to wind up flushing 'em as fast as they appear in the bowl.
Come on. Play nice.
GHS
Posted by: GreatHairySilverback | May 4, 2004 2:20 PM
Bride:
I know it's in there somewhere. Some small little nod acknowledging Bill's trip.
Sigh. Nope. Looks like it's all about the Bride's EGO-tripe.
Whatever helps you sleep at night, gangsta! Looks like my first impression 'bout you was correct. Scattershot rhetoric, squealing tires, and juvenile laughter at your own bravery fading into the night.
Posted by: krakatoa | May 4, 2004 2:45 PM
Can we play "what's your favorite part of the travelogue?"
I like this 'un a lot: It's a visceral, mind-blowing, jaw-dangling noise, like the velcro that holds the sky up being ripped open right before your eyes.
This made me laugh -- "Got a karaoke Elvis, there, flyboy?" -- 'cause it reminded me of Bruce Campbell in "Bubba Ho-Tep."
And this just speaks for itself: we live in an amazing country where dreams come true, don't we?
Your turn to play...
Posted by: A Recovering Liberal | May 4, 2004 4:57 PM
Oy! Why didn't you SAY you were going to be in Melbourne?? I could have gotten your autograph on the back of a BBQ sauce stained napkin! I didn't know I shared this town with Frank J. ::shudder::
Posted by: ct | May 4, 2004 4:57 PM
I've never seen a picture of FrankJ before. That can't possibly be him! What a babyface/cutiepie.
(Note I post this here and NOT at IMAO. Running and hiding nonetheless.) ;-)
Posted by: MargeinMI | May 5, 2004 6:06 AM
Can we play "what's your favorite part of the travelogue?"
The Bride's appears to be the part where Bush sent his ninjas against Bill and Frank J. ;)
Posted by: Patrick Chester | May 5, 2004 7:29 AM
Re: the .9 Mach flyby.
The Blue Angels do this as part of their show. The announcer has the audience looking up at the Diamond as they reform while one of the soloists comes in behind the crowd at just under Mach, followed by another zipping past just in front. :-D
Posted by: Cybrludite | May 5, 2004 7:46 AM
As I was reading your post I started to get the thought, "Uh oh, he traded the EZ project for a Velocity"
Fortunately you’ve stayed at level one insanity.
From your mockup picture it appears your going to add some Berkut touches to your airframe. Should be fun. You should add a sidebar area for all of us interested to follow your progress.
If you want to read about someone else's homebuilder trials and speaking of the Berkut check this one out: http://www.berkut13.com
Posted by: DVerespey | May 5, 2004 2:21 PM
Welcome back, Bill.
Great pictures.
Posted by: Ryan | May 5, 2004 4:35 PM
Bill, are you still thinking of calling the Long EZ Shrike?
Posted by: A Recovering Liberal | May 5, 2004 4:38 PM
Believe me, if the peanut gallery is willing to donate a few grand to my flying cause, I'll be more than happy to place Flight Simulator on the "retired" shelf. So expensive, and I'm way too impatient to wait the years it'll take to get the very prestigious FAA private pilot rating.
Posted by: Shiva Archon | May 5, 2004 6:36 PM
Welcome back Bill. When can I spend my $24.95 on patriotic essays? That should have been the big question on everyone's lips. That and can I get an autographed copy for $34.95? I want to point anyone reading this to a pretty good essay on the dead from Iraq coming into Dover Air Force Base. http://www.linkswarm.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=Journal&file=display&op=605
Posted by: Rick | May 6, 2004 12:58 AM
Welcome back, Bill.
Be careful up there.
Posted by: Bonnie | May 6, 2004 8:56 AM
dverespey
thats james project, hes almost done. if you look at the picture at http://www.berkut13.com/berkut.htm the man in the red hat is my daddy.
Posted by: elizabeth | May 6, 2004 10:54 AM
Welp, I suspect that you know already that the best way to acquire a small fortune in aviation is a two step procedure:
1. Have large fortune
2. Buy airplane
Like the heritage flights. Still hoping to see one that incorporates Glacier Girl, the early model P38 that was dug out of a Greenland glacier.
Posted by: JSAllison | May 6, 2004 1:28 PM
I've been keeping my eye on James' Berkut 13 site for lo, these ten years now.
Looks like he's getting close. Huzzah!
I will put my O-360 powered Long against his Puny 540 Berkut any day! Any Day!
I'll LOSE, but I'll do it ANY DAY! ANY DAY HE WANTS!
Posted by: Bill Whittle | May 7, 2004 1:01 AM
Bill: Actually he wimped out and went for the IO-360, so I think you can smoke him.
Elizabeth: It's a frighteningly small world. Although you do have a ready answer for, "who's your daddy?"
Posted by: DVerespey | May 7, 2004 7:47 AM
Once when I was young and foolish many more years ago than I care to admit...at the Reno Air Races a long time pal of the folks who was a racer, stunt pilot and WWII pilot in hte Pacific said "Hey Kid, ya want a ride in the new plane?"
Yep, a Mustang...he put that beast through some stomach churning manuveurs (I just barely managed to keep my dignity and lunch). Man, it was awesome...especially when came out at the bottom of a loop and inverted 50' off the deck.
He had a 1933 Ryan ST too...the most beautiful engine turning I've ever seen.
Posted by: feste | May 7, 2004 8:15 PM
The description of the Heritage Flight was terrific! I attended the Rose Bowl last year. They had the F/A-22 Raptor, B2 and the F117.
That too, was the sound of freedom. Sometimes it sneaks up on you!
Keep up the great work.
Dasher
Posted by: Dasher | May 10, 2004 3:09 PM
Someone wiser than me (doesn't narrow the field much) once said "an airplane is the world's most efficient tool for converting money into noise". That pretty much describes my 7-year foray into aircraft ownership, and all I had was a lowly Cessna 150. Of course, I had to do dumb things like make a taildragger out of it, which raised the cost a bit. Still, I'd do it again in a heartbeat if I didn't have kids, and I'm very jealous of your EZ purchase. Be sure to wave as you're passing me in my rental spam can Cessna.
Posted by: Pitts | May 12, 2004 12:10 PM
Uh, when you say Barnaby, would that be Barnaby Wainfan? He and Lynn still hanging out together? Tell him ahmma gonna build me a Cyrano Real Soon Now, no kiddin.
Posted by: Justthisguy | May 17, 2004 6:58 AM
Oh, I miss flying so much...
Posted by: inkgrrl | May 17, 2004 3:29 PM
When Silent America gets published, I'll be picking up a few copies, for myself and my like-minded peers. You articulate American Idealism better than anyone I've read.
One small thing:
"After all, how will the Big Brains in the teacher’s lounge be able to control such a boy? Idea! Perhaps we should drill into this Kent kid the notion that If we can’t all fly faster than a speeding bullet, then no one should. It’s not fair to all the other kids at Smallville High."
Just wanted to let you know we're not all like that. Many educators, like myself, don't play the Self-Esteem-for-Gratis game. We believe in effort, ethic, attitude, and ultimately, performance. Accomplishments build self-esteem; giving everyone a certificate on Awards Day only serves to demean those who actually make an effort.
If I am proud of my students, it is because so many of them will actively work to meet my standards, not beg me to lower them.
Please remember the days when teaching was considered by many to be a noble profession, and wish well for those who try to reclaim that nobility.
Posted by: homercles | May 23, 2004 12:01 PM
tinker's damn = tinker's dam
People who defend Saddam and Kim and Castro have no idea at all about what that life entails.
Yes they do. You give too little credit for intelligence and too much for character.
Posted by: D Anghelone | May 23, 2004 5:16 PM
Well, monkey poop.
Posted the comment to the wrong thread. That's what I get for not paying attention. Apologies, all.
Posted by: homercles | May 23, 2004 6:41 PM
I wanted an EZ for so long. I think I'm going to get an autogyro instead. Good flying with the EZ dude. Oh yeah "the bride" Clinton hired Haliburton so many times to clean up his messes and the press said nothing. Think about why that is.
Posted by: themack | May 23, 2004 9:17 PM
I think 1st Lt. Mark V. Shaney USMC said it best when he said:
"...this is not defined as an absence of war. It is the presence of liberty, stability, and prosperity. In the face of the enemy. Don't buy into the pessimism and apathy that says, "It's hopeless," "They hate us too much," "That part of the men and women serving here in Iraq the enemy wherever you are. You are a mighty force for good, because truth is on your side. Together we will ultimately fail. That is why I am asking for your support. Become a voice of truth in your community. Wherever you are fight the lies of the men and women serving here in Iraq the enemy wherever you are. You are the soldiers at home fighting the war of perception with the media and American people. Our enemy has learned that the people in the highest regard. We love to criticize ourselves almost to an endless degree, because we care what others think. "
Raymond Onar
And as always: "Quidquid excusatio prandium pro!
Posted by: Raymond Onar | July 14, 2004 6:45 AM
When four Blackwater employees were killed and mutilated in Falluja, however, marking the start of a wider insurgency, it became clear that in Iraq the U.S. has extended privatization to core military functions. It's one thing to have civilians drive trucks and serve food; it's quite different to employ them as personal bodyguards to U.S.
Posted by: Shaoshi | July 29, 2004 11:08 PM
Congrats on getting your baby home. Now, the next few days (years) will be getting it airworthy.
Posted by: pioer | August 2, 2004 2:23 AM
Someone wiser than me (doesn't narrow the field much) once said "an airplane is the world's most efficient tool for converting money into noise". That pretty much describes my 7-year foray into aircraft ownership, and all I had was a lowly Cessna 150. Of course, I had to do dumb things like make a taildragger out of it, which raised the cost a bit. Still, I'd do it again in a heartbeat if I didn't have kids, and I'm very jealous of your EZ purchase. Be sure to wave as you're passing me in my rental spam can Cessna.
货架
Posted by: Diaei | October 27, 2004 4:12 AM