Buzz's Brick

In February I wrote about honoring the EG's father, Captain Buzz Flett, with an engraved brick that would be placed in the new courtyard at the Delta Flight Museum.  The museum was undergoing a huge renovation, and the Buy a Brick program was created to raise funds for part of the renovation.  The Grand Reopening was held on June 17, 2014 in conjunction with Delta's 85th anniversary.  I missed the reopening celebration, but was able to track down Buzz's brick a few days later when I was in Atlanta for recurrent training.

The courtyard at the Delta Flight Museum.

Wide view. . .

Certificate of Dedication

Northeast Airlines Captain Buzz Flett

My good friend, the Exotic Guy---United Airlines Captain Duncan "EG" Flett.

The art of prophecy---The Captain and the Kid.

"Speaking of Travel Airs"

I was poking around the Internet a couple of weeks ago and stumbled across a familiar name from my 737 First Officer days.  Captain Dave Moffett is one of the good guys! Unfortunately we don't cross paths much anymore.  Dave is now a 767 Captain based in Atlanta, Georgia.  He flies to London and Paris and other exotic locations.  I fly the MD-88 out of New York City.  I spend a lot of time in Richmond and Grand Rapids.  We sit on opposite ends of our airline's food chain.  What I liked the most about flying with Dave was fact that he was an Airplane Guy---not all airline pilots are.  He lives in a fly-in community on the south side of Atlanta, and has a plans-built RV-4 in his hangar. Yeah; as soon as he pulled out the pictures, he was my hero!

Besides flying, one of my hobbies is drawing cartoons.  My talent is marginal---but it has proven to be a fun way to pass the time while out on the road.  I borrowed Dave's airplane pictures on a layover in Salt Lake City. . .  The drawing was respectable---it really looked like an RV-4, so I gave it to Dave at the end of the trip.  A few weeks later I found this photo in my v-file at work.  It was a nice surprise!

So where am I going with this?

Dave's latest project is a Travel Air biplane!  If you are a fan of classic biplanes, as I am, you will enjoy following Dave's Travel Air Project.  I recommend starting at the beginning. You will not be disappointed.

Shifting gears, slightly. . .

United Airlines Captain Duncan Flett, known throughout the world as The Exotic Guy, has been vacationing in the Pacific Northwest.  Duncan shares my passion for small town airports.  Last week he called to tell me (rub it in) he was wandering around the Orcas Island Airport in the San Juan Islands.  We chatted for a while and towards the end of our conversation I told him about running across Dave's Travel Air web log.  Ten minutes after we said our goodbye's I received a photo text message with the following caption:  "Speaking of Travel Airs."

Photo by Duncan Flett

How's that for a serendipitous ending?  Be sure to check out Magic Air Tours, Inc., of Orcas Island, Washington.  Watch the video!

And to prove I'm not making this stuff up. . .

Here are a couple of layover drawings.  Sorry; no RV-4---I gave it away before I had a chance to make copies.

Jellystoning Around The Guilt

A goal without a plan is just a wish.

Antoine de Saint-Exupery (1900 -1944)

Brother Baker has been fussing about wanting to visit the Western North Carolina Air Museum in Hendersonville, North Carolina for quite some time.  In early May he announced his intentions to visit the museum on Wednesday May 14th.  Everyone was invited.  Brother Price, the Chief Pilot at Pond Branch Airfield, said he was up for the adventure---but that was about it.  Brother Barbeau had to send his regrets.  His services were needed at the UPS Store.  I had the time off, but was not sure I could swing the deal with my wife.  Our oldest daughter was getting married on Saturday the 17th.  Friends were scheduled to arrive on Thursday. It was my job to ensure the cow pasture at Casa La Cottom was presentable for out of town guests.  I told Brother Baker it would be a last minute decision.  Tuesday afternoon, with no clear direction from the Jellystoners, Brother Price decided he would play elsewhere.  If Hendersonville was going to happen, it would probably be a one airplane show. . .  Then Tuesday evening, after much cajoling, my wife relented.  "Go play with the guys at the airport."

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men (often go awry) . . .

Robert Burns, To a Mouse, 1786

I started feeling guilty about half way through the drive to the airport.  The museum opens at noon on Wednesdays.  Even if we were there when the doors opened; toss in time for lunch (because the Jellystoners are ALL about lunch) and, well . . . I could foresee problems for the Father of the Bride if the day went long.  I expressed my feelings of angst to Brother Baker as we were pulling the airplanes out of the hangar.  He said:  "Why don't we head over to Les' place."  (Unity Airfield near Lancaster, South Carolina---twenty-five miles southeast of Jellystone Air Park.)  "Benny (Zimmer) and Chas (Boswell) will be here shortly, I'm sure they won't mind the change in plans.  I've been meaning to introduce Chas to Unity anyway."  My guilty feelings began to subside. . .

The Boswell 170 lives two doors down from Jellystone Air Park.

The Zimmer 150 lives in Lancaster, South Carolina.

The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it.

Richard Bach

This view never gets old!

After briefing Plan B we launched for Unity Airfield.  But not before warning Les we were on our way.  We've made that mistake before!  There's nothing worse than showing up unannounced---especially if you are hoping to catch a ride to lunch with the airport manager.

Jellystone Air Park to Unity Airfield is an easy fifteen minute flight in the Hatz.  After departing the pattern to the east, follow the Catawba River until it makes a sharp turn to the south. When the river turns, hold your heading (about 120 degrees) and look for two white water tanks on top of a small ridge about five miles ahead.  Fly to the right of the tanks.  As you cross the ridge you will see JAARS - Townsend Airfield dead ahead.  2,600' Unity Airfield (SC76) is five miles southeast of JAARS.  Airport elevation is 640.'  If you call before you visit, the airport manager will take you out to lunch, usually.

Anyone who can look unmoved at an aeroplane after it has been a long run must indeed be insensitive to romance. . .  She is the symbol of conquest, the earnest of fresh conquests to be.

Wing Commander Roderic Hill, 1929

Transit Aircraft Parking, Unity Airfield

Oh by the way; the wedding was a huge success!

Roxboro 2014

Fly-In season is officially open at Jellystone Air Park!  Saturday, May 3rd, the Jellystoners were in Roxboro, North Carolina attending the Carolinas-Virginia Antique Airplane Foundation's Spring Vintage Fly-In.

PREFLIGHT PLANNING

We go "Old School" here at Jellystone Air Park.  Airbus drivers; this is a sectional chart---printed on paper.  The map only moves when the wind blows it out of your hand.

My navigation log:  Rock Hill, South Carolina (KUZA) to Monroe, North Carolina (to avoid the Charlotte, NC Class Bravo airspace), to Stanly County (KVUJ) in Albemarle, North Carolina, to Person County (KTDF) in Roxboro.

BACKUP PLAN

Because every pilot needs one. . .  Brother Barbeau let me borrow his iPad with the ForeFlight App and Bad Elf Wi-Fi GPS.

FLYING THE PLAN

Flight time from Jellystone Air Park to Roxboro, North Carolina was exactly two hours. Brother Baker said it was a chilly ride in the Hatz.

Father & Son

Dad and I were very comfortable in 43 Bravo.

It really didn't look that cold. . .

SCENES FROM THE FLY-IN

Bob Cottom, Sr. & Joe Baker

My "Hi Honey, We made it safe and sound" text message photo.

Rock Hill to Roxboro is about as far as you can travel on one tank of fuel in the Hatz.  The six knot tailwind helped tremendously.  We split the return flight in half---stopping for fuel in Asheboro, North Carolina.

Steve Roth's 1935 Fairchild 22 is absolutely stunning!

Pop

Dad was four years old when NC14768 rolled out of the Fairchild hangar.  Both look great!

I took a bunch of pictures. . .

This looks like so much fun!

So yeah, I'm jealous.

Someone said:  "This can't be a vintage airplane, there's no oil dripping. . ."

Argh!

Bob Coolbaugh's 1939 Taylorcraft BL is also stunning.  This airplane was originally equipped with a single magneto 50 hp Lycoming engine.  It now sports a Continental A65-8F.  That change was a FAA paperwork nightmare---but well worth the piece of mind, I'm sure!

I agree with Brother Barbeau.  "Orange and Green look good on a tube and fabric airplane!"

Classic lines. . .

Looks like the retention clip scrapes the lens cover. . .  Or like Jellystone Air Park, Triple-Two Eleven lives in a 44 foot wide hangar that houses two airplanes, two camping trailers, and a storage loft full of "stuff" that sometimes gets in the way.

As you can tell, I like a nice Taylorcraft!

Dad soloed in a BC-12D.

You can't have a vintage fly-in without a PT-17. . .

. . . or a Cub

. . . or a WACO UPF-7.

This too, looks like fun!

FACES IN THE CROWD

Pick Freeman & Joe Baker

Jellystone Air Park neighbor, Pick Freeman, stopped by to chew the fat.

We had lunch with the Swift crowd.

MORE AIRPLANES

Besides 43 Bravo, there were two other Luscombes in attendance.  This 1947 8E. . .

. . . and Lucky Lusky.

Rick Clarke's 1945 8E.

Rick flew in from Maryland.  There's a lot of stuff in there!

POWERED BY FRANKLIN

The Goodman's 1947 Stinson 108.

Amazing!

POSTFLIGHT

The Jellystoners were on the ground at Roxboro for just under five hours.  Brief, I know---but we had a wonderful time!  Good food; great company; and fantastic vintage airplanes. Best of all:  Spending four hours and fifteen minuets flying with my father---my personal hero, and the reason I'm able to do what I do.

The View From 2,500 Feet

Brother Barbeau and I went Hatzing yesterday.  Our original plan was to head over to York, South Carolina and pay our respects to the slushy machine at the Bush-N-Vine Produce Stand.  But we dilly-dallied around, and by time we were all squared away the density altitude was pushing 1,900 feet.  We decided to skip the slushy machine and just cruise around for a while.  Something the Hatz does well---at 95 mph.

Gary had the stick for the first half of our adventure to nowhere.  We climbed on a southwesterly heading and eventually leveled off at 2,500 feet.  The air temperature was perfect.  I know what you are thinking: Shouldn't that be outside air temperature?  We're talking open cockpit biplane.  By default; it's outside.  Shortly after level off I caught a glimpse of a northeast bound airliner.  It was way up there in the flight levels.  My first thought was:  Hey!  Normally I'm the guy at the pointy end of the contrail!  I snapped a picture.  I can't tell you how many times I have looked down from that position . . . hoping to catch a glimpse of a Pontiac Red and Sun Valley Ivory Hatz biplane, or a blue and polished silver Luscombe, on that ten mile stretch between the Bush-N-Vine Produce Stand and Jellystone Air Park.