Tinworm-wings: A Flylight Graduate

Saturday 2 January 2010

A Flylight Graduate

CFKK on her narrow gauge undercarriage (the main gear can just be seen tucked up behind the seat)
in the Flylight workshop.

All three partners at Flylight stood around my trike this morning, commenting on my narrow gauge undercarriage; having a laugh. One of them said they should have thought of it. Paul suggested I leave it in place in flight, just in case I forget to lower the main gear, which I believe is something that each of them has done. I am determined that I never will do.

Everyone seemed in good spirits this morning... a fair amount of glad-handing. I persuaded Steve Prouse to come along and he grabbed a short flight with Neill, who had also popped in briefly. And it was good to catch up, the three of us together again, even if it meant being the butt of their jokes again. I miss that; who'd have thought!

Ben gave me a generous amount of his time. He didn't just stick the plastic panels inside my old monopole splints as I had expected, but replaced the splints entirely with brand spanking new ones, reaming out the lower hole so that all parts now fit snugly. He also did a modification on the monopole pivoting bracket, which isn't structural, but which holds the de-rigged monopole in line. He is a fast worker, which comes of practice.

And while he worked, he gave me a few rigging tips. The solution to my problem, apparently, is to put the compression strut in its place, unpinned at the bottom, then stand with one foot on the seat (to force the keel down) and push the monopole up while slotting the top bolt in; then do the bottom bolt (before remembering to pin the bottom of the strut). To be honest, I thought Steve Wilson had tried that. Still, hopefully, now that my monopole geometry has been fettled and my distorted splints replaced, there's a good chance it will all go well anyway.

I'd been quite chuffed by the faint praise my auxiliary undercarriage got, but then, as I picked up the front wheel and I nonchalantly steered my trike out of the workshop, someone suggested that if Ben and Co had taken the piss, you can be sure they had been impressed.

It was rather nice being a "graduate" at Flylight today. And the quality of after-sales service on my trike was excellent. The beautiful new parts and all Ben's efforts and advice were free!

Thanks Ben.

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Ground handling (how to store an aeroplane at home and get it to the airfield)

A trial flight in a Thruster, when I was 28, c.1991

I have started to learn to fly before...TWICE! First time round I had just graduated and got a job at an aerodrome in Cornwall, where I earned flying hours by fuelling microlights, giving hourly weather reports to the Met office etc. The weather was bad, so there was little flying to be had...and in the end I was paid with broken propellers and bits of crashed fuselage to hang on the wall. The boss was a great bloke called Ian Stokes, who had been a leading light in forming the BMAA and had manufactured Thrusters in the early days . In retirement he moved to The Gambia and became a publican and, shockingly, was murdered this year.

Flying Rogues

ten years on from my first experiences at Moorland Flying School (and now nearly ten years ago) the flying school was under new management and my girlfriend and I booked full courses. We both made good progress initially but never felt we were being moved on and had difficulty pinning the instructor down to signing our logbooks. When another instructor signed himself as P1, we got suspicious, contacted the CAA and were horrified to learn that our instructor did not have a current instructor rating, that we had not been insured and that none of our hours counted towards our licences. We were eventually refunded and the instructors were prosecuted by the CAA.

The very sympathetic CAA investigator spoke to the BMAA on our behalf and my hours have been allowed to count (at the discretion of the school). But in point of fact, I flew way over the minimum number of hours subsequently, so it is really quite academic in the end.

Around 2001 an instructor in Norfolk tried to convince me that if I bought his aeroplane he could teach me at a cut rate, as I'd then be using my own plane. Great idea, I thought, except that it turned out that the aircraft in question had failed a noise test and could not be used from the instructor's field. He later admitted that I would have to learn on his aeroplane at the normal rate. He resisted showing me the paperwork, kept avoiding me and eventually, when it was quite clear I wasn't going to buy without the paperwork, told me to F-off.

So far my experience has been that there are a lot of rogues in flying, which is one reason why I was so very impressed by the professional set-up at Sywell.

by air to Africa

My sister and I were lucky to fly many thousands of miles in the 1960s and '70s in many aircraft types, including BOAC VC-10s, Boeing 707s and even a Nigerian Airways Dakota, as our dad (and later our mum) had teaching posts in Kenya and Nigeria. Those were still the romantic days of flying, when passengers walked across tarmac and up steps, rather than walking down the tubes that have turned passenger flying into a mundane affair. (Mind you, aren't take-offs still incredibly exciting!?)

Back then air hostesses GAVE children the sorts of nick-nacks that their parents have to pay fortunes for from the airline catalogue these days; things like model aeroplanes, keyrings etc. We were also given sweets to help us cope with depressurisation. (And they were hostesses, so nobody give me a hard time)

Mum says that I cracked my first joke when I was small, on a flight out to Kenya, when I said, "Mummy, shouldn't there be a wing on this side of the plane too". Apparently I got her with that one.

At Kano airport I remember standing behind an engine and thinking how hot it still was....and then being told that the engine was cold. The heat was Kano. I got a headache and took several days to aclimatise.

The airport perri-ways at Kano were littered with aircraft that didn't make it, including a burnt-out Mig 15. The Nigerian Airforce flew them and my dad played squash with one of their pilots, Ben, at the Kano Club. I recall a Mig fly-past on my birthday. Was it arranged with Ben over a beer? Was it a pure coincidence?

At Entebbe airport (Uganda) I remember climbing down the steps on to the runway and being encircled by soldiers with machine guns, who then went through all our belongings and confiscated my cherished Swiss Army penknife, purchased on one of numerous European stop-overs. That was in the twitchy time after the Israeli hijacking ...and mum had to stifle my protests.

Before my first flight to Nairobi, as an infant, I was scared stiff. I didn't understand that I wouldn't have to sit astride the fuselage, as I did on my pedalcar! In a funny way, I not only overcame that fear but have come full circle; microlighting is just like sitting on that pedalcar......open to the elements - real flying!