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Air Dancing II
The subject of yesterday’s blog was unique. The things the human mind can come up with to entertain itself amaze me. Even more amazing is the control the human mind has over the physical body. The cliché about being able … Continue reading →
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Tagged a 20-something year-old brain trapped in a 50-something year-old body, a mighty blast of wind, aeronautical engineers, Air Dancing, air pressure, angle-of-attack, athletics, born too early, born too late, choreography, dance, engineering, fighter pilots, lift, mathematics, mechanics, music, sky diving, sticking our hand outside the window of the car, the concept of “q”, the human mind, to fly, “airspeed”, “dynamic pressure”, “relative wind”, “relative work” (RW), “Whoa! That ain’t right!”
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Air Dancing
For those of us who fly, we know our ability to fly is predicated on mathematics and air. In other words, to fly you must have lift and to generate lift, you have to have a lot of air pressure. … Continue reading →
Posted in Flying, Life in General
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Tagged a mighty blast of wind, aeronautical engineers, Air Dancing, air pressure, airspeed, angle-of-attack, athletics, choreography, dance, engineering, fighter pilots, lift, mathematics, mechanics, music, relative wind, sky diving, sticking our hand outside the window of the car, the concept of “q”, to fly, “dynamic pressure”, “relative work” (RW)
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The Mighty Eighth
If you are driving down to Florida along Interstate 95, you might see something amazing near Savannah, GA. As long as you are not sleeping, it is hard to miss the Boeing B-47 Stratojet parked next to the highway. The … Continue reading →
Posted in Aviation, Aviation History, Life in General
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Tagged aviation memorabilia, aviation museum, Boeing B-47 Stratojet, bombardiers, Brigadier General Ira C. Eaker, Bull Street, clerks, cooks, England, Florida, gunners, Hunter Field, Interstate 95, mechanics, National Guard Armory, navigators, Pearl Harbor, pilots, prisoners of war, Savannah GA, stories, The Eighth Bomber Command, The Medal of Honor, The Mighty Eighth, The Mighty Eighth Air Force Museum
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Why I Fly?
Why do I fly? Sometimes, something like that is hard to explain, especially to those who do not fly. They say a photograph is worth a thousand words; if that is so, a video is probably worth somewhere upwards of 500,000 paragraphs. … Continue reading →
Posted in Aviation, Flying, Life in General, Personal
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Tagged airport bums, barnstormers, Cessna 182, Charles Lindbergh, control over my life, enthusiasm, favorite students, first solo, flying checks, flying machines, flying single-engine at night, homebuilders, I knew I could do it, IFR clearance, instrument flying, instrument pilots, it was time, late afternoon Florida skies, life lessons, little country FBO, mechanics, Navy, Night flight, open cockpit biplanes, parachute, perfecting landings, picking a good place to land, pilots, Piper J 3, predicaments, professional pilots, safe landing, Tampa International, the barnstorming era, what was there to be afraid of?, You’re on your own
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My Favorite Student
Becky was a wonderful person. From the moment I first met her, she was on her way to becoming one of my favorite students. Becky came to me by way of a fellow airport bum and friend, Dave, a pilot, … Continue reading →
Posted in Aviation, Flight Instructing, Flying, Life in General, Personal
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Tagged airport bums, barnstormers, enthusiasm, favorite students, flying machines, homebuilders, life lessons, little country FBO, mechanics, open cockpit biplanes, pilots, someone as old as me, the barnstorming era, the CPTP program, WASPs, Wittman Tailwind
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