banaari
02-08-2005, 10:37 PM
Spent a week down-country end of January getting some dual before the Bee gets airborne... herewith the log. Probably the best week I've ever spent doing *anything*, and the inane grin just won't go away. :)
John
Day 1
The drive down from Auckland. Five tolerable hours followed by one hour from hell winding endlessly along the left bank of the Whanganui river. But Wanganui Airport is idyllic, with its main runway running parallel to the dunes and the beach. If I'd known I would have brought the surfboard.
When I arrived, New Zealand's only current gyro instructor, Garry Belton and two students (Dudley Welcome and Gary McLachlan) were clustered around Gary M's brand new Dominator II, our training machine. They were trying to resolve an intercom problem. Two hours later this was believed fixed, sort of, and the two Garrys went up for a couple of circuits. I got to see (and hear) the direct-drive pre-rotator in action. It's a noisy beast sounding at first not disimilar to a suspect transmission.
Unfortunately their radio transmissions were utterly unreadable. They had to be waved back in,and we called it a day. Back to Marton, Garry's farm and several welcome litres of home-made lemonade. This was followed by large quantities of lasagne and other goodies provided by Garry's unflappable wife Gay. She had something of a mission on her hands - catering for three live-in students, and a son with a freshly broken collarbone. The flight instruction would turn out to be outclassed only by the hospitality: Hotel Belton *rocks*.
Later that evening I got down and dirty with a multimeter and discovered that the two supposedly identical headset leads were wired utterly differently to each other. Some rapid re-wiring was executed, and I secured my position as avionics guru.
Day 2
Up early and back out to the strip, where I got to watch & learn as Garry supervised Dudley doing crow-hops in his Air Command.
My first flight was an intro in the Dominator, out over the beach and scrub to the south; followed by a low-level run up the beach to the airport. This was followed by lunch at McD's, then back to the airport and the afternoon session.
Taxi practice using the brakes (bicycle hand-grips installed at foot level - ugh) followed by the most fun I've ever had in a flying machine: Pre-rotation, and then hooning up and down the grass learning to balance on the main wheels. On each run Garry fed in a little more throttle. On the last run I realised that for a few seconds I had roll control.
"We weren't airborne just then?"
"Yup."
We were using 11/29 seaward, which is very wide and wonderfully textured, the archetypal childhood flying dream made real: very low over a seemingly infinite expanse of grass... the Tomahawk was never like this.
Pre-rotation was an experience in itself - as the pre-rotator is progressively engaged and those 28-foot blades spin up, the whole machine starts shaking and bouncing. When the whole world has become a vibrating whirring blur, you disengage the pre-rotator and apply throttle. RCV is powered by an Autoflight Subaru conversion, and well, it moves.
After more crow hops we proceeded to circuits. Instructions: Nail the airspeed while Garry varied the throttle - no two approaches quite the same. Everything from fly-on fixed-wing style landings to dead stop, using the rotor as the ultimate airbrake and touching down with no forward speed. As someone once said, this feels just like sitting on a huge marshmallow. :)
Day 3
One of the nice things about hanging around at an airport is the fantastic people you meet. While the two Garrys were up for the first session of the day, an Aquilla trike flew in from Fielding. I thus met Jamie Bunyan, who lost no time in taking me for a ride in his machine. It moves like a startled cat, even two up. I think the chromed exhaust helps.
Three more sessions of circuits. Issues with the throttle on the Dominator, originating at the carburettor springs. At low settings it tends to stick open, mainly when taxiing towards another aircraft, and at high settings it creeps closed if not held firmly open. Somewhat disconcerting.
Day 4
Very low cloud all morning, which provided a fine opportunity to kick back, drink coffee and socialise with our wonderful fellow hangar-occupants.
Come the afternoon, and Garry decided it was time for some contour-flying along the beach in the low-flying zone... flinging the gyro around chasing the surf line. This is remarkably easy - there's just no comparison in manoeuvrability to a fixed wing.
Day 5
Two session of circuits, including hovering into wind and hover-descents. This is amazing fun - holding the nose up until the airspeed drops to zero, and then keeping position into wind by raising or lowering the nose as necessary. When you've descended far enough, you drop the nose to gain enough airspeed/rotor RPM to flare successfully.
We were visited that morning by a large tattooed Maori gentleman on his way to collect driftwood. Upon spotting the gyro, he drove over and wound down the window:
"That you up the beach yesterday?!"
Garry looks worried, maybe we've upset one of the local tribes: "Yeah, could have been..."
"F***ing awesome, eh bro!!"
Day 6
Steep turns up and down the beach. More circuits and for the first time, glide approaches and simulated engine failures.
One of these, on takeoff, had us coming down onto the beach... and just to increase the realism, Garry didn't give me the throttle back till quite late in the exercise. There was driftwood rushing past in a blur when I was finally allowed to climb out.
Day 7
For want of anything better to do, more circuits, steep turns and simulated engine outs.
At this stage a student would normally be hoping to go solo Real Soon Now - but without an aircraft of my own, no dice. The motivation's really on now to get Delta Echo finished and airborne...
Photos: Wanganui Airport, and Gary's beautiful new machine. Also one of the Beltons' pets, and for hobbit fans, a shot taken on the drive home.
John
Day 1
The drive down from Auckland. Five tolerable hours followed by one hour from hell winding endlessly along the left bank of the Whanganui river. But Wanganui Airport is idyllic, with its main runway running parallel to the dunes and the beach. If I'd known I would have brought the surfboard.
When I arrived, New Zealand's only current gyro instructor, Garry Belton and two students (Dudley Welcome and Gary McLachlan) were clustered around Gary M's brand new Dominator II, our training machine. They were trying to resolve an intercom problem. Two hours later this was believed fixed, sort of, and the two Garrys went up for a couple of circuits. I got to see (and hear) the direct-drive pre-rotator in action. It's a noisy beast sounding at first not disimilar to a suspect transmission.
Unfortunately their radio transmissions were utterly unreadable. They had to be waved back in,and we called it a day. Back to Marton, Garry's farm and several welcome litres of home-made lemonade. This was followed by large quantities of lasagne and other goodies provided by Garry's unflappable wife Gay. She had something of a mission on her hands - catering for three live-in students, and a son with a freshly broken collarbone. The flight instruction would turn out to be outclassed only by the hospitality: Hotel Belton *rocks*.
Later that evening I got down and dirty with a multimeter and discovered that the two supposedly identical headset leads were wired utterly differently to each other. Some rapid re-wiring was executed, and I secured my position as avionics guru.
Day 2
Up early and back out to the strip, where I got to watch & learn as Garry supervised Dudley doing crow-hops in his Air Command.
My first flight was an intro in the Dominator, out over the beach and scrub to the south; followed by a low-level run up the beach to the airport. This was followed by lunch at McD's, then back to the airport and the afternoon session.
Taxi practice using the brakes (bicycle hand-grips installed at foot level - ugh) followed by the most fun I've ever had in a flying machine: Pre-rotation, and then hooning up and down the grass learning to balance on the main wheels. On each run Garry fed in a little more throttle. On the last run I realised that for a few seconds I had roll control.
"We weren't airborne just then?"
"Yup."
We were using 11/29 seaward, which is very wide and wonderfully textured, the archetypal childhood flying dream made real: very low over a seemingly infinite expanse of grass... the Tomahawk was never like this.
Pre-rotation was an experience in itself - as the pre-rotator is progressively engaged and those 28-foot blades spin up, the whole machine starts shaking and bouncing. When the whole world has become a vibrating whirring blur, you disengage the pre-rotator and apply throttle. RCV is powered by an Autoflight Subaru conversion, and well, it moves.
After more crow hops we proceeded to circuits. Instructions: Nail the airspeed while Garry varied the throttle - no two approaches quite the same. Everything from fly-on fixed-wing style landings to dead stop, using the rotor as the ultimate airbrake and touching down with no forward speed. As someone once said, this feels just like sitting on a huge marshmallow. :)
Day 3
One of the nice things about hanging around at an airport is the fantastic people you meet. While the two Garrys were up for the first session of the day, an Aquilla trike flew in from Fielding. I thus met Jamie Bunyan, who lost no time in taking me for a ride in his machine. It moves like a startled cat, even two up. I think the chromed exhaust helps.
Three more sessions of circuits. Issues with the throttle on the Dominator, originating at the carburettor springs. At low settings it tends to stick open, mainly when taxiing towards another aircraft, and at high settings it creeps closed if not held firmly open. Somewhat disconcerting.
Day 4
Very low cloud all morning, which provided a fine opportunity to kick back, drink coffee and socialise with our wonderful fellow hangar-occupants.
Come the afternoon, and Garry decided it was time for some contour-flying along the beach in the low-flying zone... flinging the gyro around chasing the surf line. This is remarkably easy - there's just no comparison in manoeuvrability to a fixed wing.
Day 5
Two session of circuits, including hovering into wind and hover-descents. This is amazing fun - holding the nose up until the airspeed drops to zero, and then keeping position into wind by raising or lowering the nose as necessary. When you've descended far enough, you drop the nose to gain enough airspeed/rotor RPM to flare successfully.
We were visited that morning by a large tattooed Maori gentleman on his way to collect driftwood. Upon spotting the gyro, he drove over and wound down the window:
"That you up the beach yesterday?!"
Garry looks worried, maybe we've upset one of the local tribes: "Yeah, could have been..."
"F***ing awesome, eh bro!!"
Day 6
Steep turns up and down the beach. More circuits and for the first time, glide approaches and simulated engine failures.
One of these, on takeoff, had us coming down onto the beach... and just to increase the realism, Garry didn't give me the throttle back till quite late in the exercise. There was driftwood rushing past in a blur when I was finally allowed to climb out.
Day 7
For want of anything better to do, more circuits, steep turns and simulated engine outs.
At this stage a student would normally be hoping to go solo Real Soon Now - but without an aircraft of my own, no dice. The motivation's really on now to get Delta Echo finished and airborne...
Photos: Wanganui Airport, and Gary's beautiful new machine. Also one of the Beltons' pets, and for hobbit fans, a shot taken on the drive home.