Nostalgia
Another plane that dropped like a "Rock." It was modified! Had a 90 hp Continental and was certified for aerobatics. The wingspan was a Lippert-Reed modification. The clipped wing original Cub was like the tricycle-landing gear version that came out much later. A modification that wasn't allowed was the fuel system. In the wing was a fuel tank reserve that was connected to the "cork gauge" fuel tank by a fuel line. When you wanted an hour or two more of great flying just open the fuel valve and wait until a little fuel splashed on the windshield. Now, isn't that a great way to catch a little more flying?
Needless to say I never knew that modification existed. Someone else discovered it on a routine servicing. Lucky for me the cork fuel gauge was only an inch or two from the windshield and the fuel evaporated quickly.
Since I was not qualified for aerobatics I wasn't sure how the modified fuel system worked in unusual attitudes.
Dawn patrols! Wonderful. Open up the doors to let the air rush thru and the smell of fresh hay sifting up to tantalize your thoughts of days long gone. The slow leisurely pace of the little Cub made a perfect perch to spot a farmers grass strip and the chance discovery what treasure was hidden in the overgrown hanger. Pilots being pilots spin wonderful stories, over a cup of Joe (wonder where I got the idea for a Blog?) When you drop in, so to speak, to talk with the farmer in person.
Flying at five hundred feet you sense so much more than a Bonanza at cruise at altitude. Its a barnstorming experience. Its a happening! God Bless the Antique Air shows.
Work hard to preserve an age that would quickly disappear if not for the wonderful restorations of beautiful aircraft.
The EAA is commended for their outstanding contributions to aviation. Unique, well thought out plans for a lifetime dream coming true. What an experience.
I was lucky enough to be a small part of that experience when Bob Nichols, the Manager of the Gaylord, Michigan Otsego County Airport, introduced me to the art of recovering the fabric on a Cub.
Flying took on a brand new feel for me. "Keep em flying" has a new meaning when you are a part of that experience.
Another plane that dropped like a "Rock." It was modified! Had a 90 hp Continental and was certified for aerobatics. The wingspan was a Lippert-Reed modification. The clipped wing original Cub was like the tricycle-landing gear version that came out much later. A modification that wasn't allowed was the fuel system. In the wing was a fuel tank reserve that was connected to the "cork gauge" fuel tank by a fuel line. When you wanted an hour or two more of great flying just open the fuel valve and wait until a little fuel splashed on the windshield. Now, isn't that a great way to catch a little more flying?
Needless to say I never knew that modification existed. Someone else discovered it on a routine servicing. Lucky for me the cork fuel gauge was only an inch or two from the windshield and the fuel evaporated quickly.
Since I was not qualified for aerobatics I wasn't sure how the modified fuel system worked in unusual attitudes.
Dawn patrols! Wonderful. Open up the doors to let the air rush thru and the smell of fresh hay sifting up to tantalize your thoughts of days long gone. The slow leisurely pace of the little Cub made a perfect perch to spot a farmers grass strip and the chance discovery what treasure was hidden in the overgrown hanger. Pilots being pilots spin wonderful stories, over a cup of Joe (wonder where I got the idea for a Blog?) When you drop in, so to speak, to talk with the farmer in person.
Flying at five hundred feet you sense so much more than a Bonanza at cruise at altitude. Its a barnstorming experience. Its a happening! God Bless the Antique Air shows.
Work hard to preserve an age that would quickly disappear if not for the wonderful restorations of beautiful aircraft.
The EAA is commended for their outstanding contributions to aviation. Unique, well thought out plans for a lifetime dream coming true. What an experience.
I was lucky enough to be a small part of that experience when Bob Nichols, the Manager of the Gaylord, Michigan Otsego County Airport, introduced me to the art of recovering the fabric on a Cub.
Flying took on a brand new feel for me. "Keep em flying" has a new meaning when you are a part of that experience.
