- Joined
- Oct 30, 2003
- Messages
- 18,446
- Location
- Santa Maria, California
- Aircraft
- Givens Predator
- Total Flight Time
- 2600+ in rotorcraft
I love a road trip.
I had missed my annual trip from Santa Maria, California to Wauchula, Florida for Bensen Days because I was in the middle of a complex real estate transaction that benefited from my attention.
I wanted to go to the annual Popular Rotorcraft Association in Mentone, Indiana and this year it was held the week after AirVenture in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. Things were a little slow in the gyroplane flight training business so I decided to go to both events.
As part of my adult transition I had sold my 1999 BMW M Roadster and purchased a 2003 Lincoln LS. The M Roadster had a trunk that was too small to fit a normal suitcase so I had been renting a Toyota Prius for the last 17 years. Now I had a full sized adult car with an actual trunk so I took the Lincoln.
I left Santa Maria a little after noon Saturday with beautiful weather and made it as far as Richfield, Utah for my first stop finding a park your car in front of the door $50 motel built in 1952.
I was up with the sun the next day for some of the most beautiful scenery in the country heading toward Denver. Over the pass there was light rain and some big puddles. Just past Denver I encountered some heavy rain that became torrential as I approached Fort Morgan. I could not see a car with lights on more than about 30 feet away. Occasionally I would hit a low spot with water several inches deep creating a wall of water in front of the car. The Lincoln never missed a beat and managed the water well.
The sun came out again as I approached Sedgwick and soon joined US80 stopping for the night in York, Nebraska at another 50s motel.
I left early for the nine hour drive into Neenah, Wisconsin arriving at 3:00 and was surprised to find a room as I did not have a reservation and often motels are booked up during AirVenture. The son of the owner remembered me from three years ago.
Most days I attended four seminars focused mostly on the FAA, The National Air Traffic Controllers Association and the National Flight Instructors Association.
I learned a lot about radio communications, accident investigation and flight instruction and have already put some of it to use.
John and Martha King gave a wonderful presentation about risk management.
Another flight instructor gave a thought provoking talk about how solo students tend to deviate from best practices and how important it is to intervene before the deviation becomes a habit.
I have long been a recurrent training enthusiast but perhaps do not push it enough. Since then I encountered a pilot who was landing fast and flat in his gyroplane having found that is “what works best for me”. This works until it doesn’t.
In between seminars I visited with friends manning their booths and explored the many aviation toys on display. I have a new multi faceted experiment with a helmet/headset and a debriefing tool that I look forward to trying.
I spent Sunday at the museum trying to increase the quality of my sense of aviation history. I love the museum because it is more about people than machines.
Late afternoon I headed off for Rochester that is about 15 miles from the Mentone Airport. I found a room at the Super Eight although unless someone didn’t show I would be homeless Thursday. They took great care of me and the nice lady even did my laundry as I travel with a little over a week’s worth of laundry and was running low.
Monday I drove to Paxton, Illinois to visit my good friend Stan Foster and he created a fabulous lunch in my honor. It was time well spent.
Tuesday the Mentone airport looked great and I visited with some wonderful friends. Despite offering my services there was not much for me to do but enjoy the atmosphere and friends. I spent some time under the air boss’s canopy enjoying the magic.
My friend Sue flew her Cavalon down from Oshkosh. This year she flew from Boston to Wauchula, Florida and then from Boston to Oshkosh and Mentone. She is hard core and camped in her tent most nights.
She had been helping out at the AutoGyro booth at Oshkosh and volunteered for kitchen duty at Mentone and she helped me with the judging at Mentone. She is a gyroplane enthusiast on a high level and I am proud to have helped to launch her gyroplane adventure.
As always I learned a lot about people, aviation and gyroplanes.
There is no way to list them all.
Ron Menzie gave a great talk about gyroplanes and learning to fly gyroplanes reminding me to keep it simple.
I got to spend some time with Duane Hunn who has a unique training style and lots of experience.
There was a lot of good flying and the banquet was a lot of fun.
I was on the road by ten pm headed for Geneseo, Illinois.
I left Geneseo early and made it past Colorado Springs to Fruita, Colorado staying in a not very nice Best Western. It was my furthest day at 1,114 miles and I was too tired to look for a nice motel. Morning is the proper time to be driving west and I enjoyed every magical moment of it all the way to Las Vegas. It was a short hop to home and I was home by six.
The weather had been hot and humid for most of the trip and it felt good to get back to the cool ocean air of Santa Maria and the arms of Ed.
My road trip total was 5,449 miles and to my surprise despite a lot of eighty plus miles per hour driving the Lincoln had averaged 25 miles to the gallon. She was beginning to grow on me so it appears I am becoming a geezer.
I had missed my annual trip from Santa Maria, California to Wauchula, Florida for Bensen Days because I was in the middle of a complex real estate transaction that benefited from my attention.
I wanted to go to the annual Popular Rotorcraft Association in Mentone, Indiana and this year it was held the week after AirVenture in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. Things were a little slow in the gyroplane flight training business so I decided to go to both events.
As part of my adult transition I had sold my 1999 BMW M Roadster and purchased a 2003 Lincoln LS. The M Roadster had a trunk that was too small to fit a normal suitcase so I had been renting a Toyota Prius for the last 17 years. Now I had a full sized adult car with an actual trunk so I took the Lincoln.
I left Santa Maria a little after noon Saturday with beautiful weather and made it as far as Richfield, Utah for my first stop finding a park your car in front of the door $50 motel built in 1952.
I was up with the sun the next day for some of the most beautiful scenery in the country heading toward Denver. Over the pass there was light rain and some big puddles. Just past Denver I encountered some heavy rain that became torrential as I approached Fort Morgan. I could not see a car with lights on more than about 30 feet away. Occasionally I would hit a low spot with water several inches deep creating a wall of water in front of the car. The Lincoln never missed a beat and managed the water well.
The sun came out again as I approached Sedgwick and soon joined US80 stopping for the night in York, Nebraska at another 50s motel.
I left early for the nine hour drive into Neenah, Wisconsin arriving at 3:00 and was surprised to find a room as I did not have a reservation and often motels are booked up during AirVenture. The son of the owner remembered me from three years ago.
Most days I attended four seminars focused mostly on the FAA, The National Air Traffic Controllers Association and the National Flight Instructors Association.
I learned a lot about radio communications, accident investigation and flight instruction and have already put some of it to use.
John and Martha King gave a wonderful presentation about risk management.
Another flight instructor gave a thought provoking talk about how solo students tend to deviate from best practices and how important it is to intervene before the deviation becomes a habit.
I have long been a recurrent training enthusiast but perhaps do not push it enough. Since then I encountered a pilot who was landing fast and flat in his gyroplane having found that is “what works best for me”. This works until it doesn’t.
In between seminars I visited with friends manning their booths and explored the many aviation toys on display. I have a new multi faceted experiment with a helmet/headset and a debriefing tool that I look forward to trying.
I spent Sunday at the museum trying to increase the quality of my sense of aviation history. I love the museum because it is more about people than machines.
Late afternoon I headed off for Rochester that is about 15 miles from the Mentone Airport. I found a room at the Super Eight although unless someone didn’t show I would be homeless Thursday. They took great care of me and the nice lady even did my laundry as I travel with a little over a week’s worth of laundry and was running low.
Monday I drove to Paxton, Illinois to visit my good friend Stan Foster and he created a fabulous lunch in my honor. It was time well spent.
Tuesday the Mentone airport looked great and I visited with some wonderful friends. Despite offering my services there was not much for me to do but enjoy the atmosphere and friends. I spent some time under the air boss’s canopy enjoying the magic.
My friend Sue flew her Cavalon down from Oshkosh. This year she flew from Boston to Wauchula, Florida and then from Boston to Oshkosh and Mentone. She is hard core and camped in her tent most nights.
She had been helping out at the AutoGyro booth at Oshkosh and volunteered for kitchen duty at Mentone and she helped me with the judging at Mentone. She is a gyroplane enthusiast on a high level and I am proud to have helped to launch her gyroplane adventure.
As always I learned a lot about people, aviation and gyroplanes.
There is no way to list them all.
Ron Menzie gave a great talk about gyroplanes and learning to fly gyroplanes reminding me to keep it simple.
I got to spend some time with Duane Hunn who has a unique training style and lots of experience.
There was a lot of good flying and the banquet was a lot of fun.
I was on the road by ten pm headed for Geneseo, Illinois.
I left Geneseo early and made it past Colorado Springs to Fruita, Colorado staying in a not very nice Best Western. It was my furthest day at 1,114 miles and I was too tired to look for a nice motel. Morning is the proper time to be driving west and I enjoyed every magical moment of it all the way to Las Vegas. It was a short hop to home and I was home by six.
The weather had been hot and humid for most of the trip and it felt good to get back to the cool ocean air of Santa Maria and the arms of Ed.
My road trip total was 5,449 miles and to my surprise despite a lot of eighty plus miles per hour driving the Lincoln had averaged 25 miles to the gallon. She was beginning to grow on me so it appears I am becoming a geezer.