Let's Go Fly!
More Than Thirty Years of Memorable Flying Experiences


"For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards,
for there you have been, and there you will long to return" 
– Leonardo da Vinci, 1452-1519

    Let's Go Fly!

2020 September 13

A Great IFR-currency Flight!  GMU to the RNAV-05 at 35A, to the MACER hold and RNAV-09 at GRD, to SPRKI and the ILS-01 at GMU

2020 September 12

As of today, I have been flying for half my life!

2020 July 2

In the Simpsonville Sentinel newspaper – Let’s Spend a Day at the Beach!

2020 March 1 - Triple Tree Chilly Chili Fly-In - February 29th, 2020 - 124 airplanes and 2 helicopters!

2020 February 16 - SCBC Breakfast at Georgetown Airport

2020 February 2 - SCBC Breakfast at North Myrtle Beach Airport

Departure after breakfast

2020 January 18

Watch what happens when a stunt pilot takes his four-year-old daughter flying for the first time!

2020 January 9

See our photos taken at the Hickory Aviation Museum at the Hickory, North Carolina, Airport (HKY)

The 182 - framed by the wing and tail of the Museum's F-14!
and a great lunch at the Crosswind Cafe!

2020 January 5 - SCBC Breakfast at Greenville Municipal Airport

2019 December 23-26 - Flight to Pennsylvania for Christmas, and return

Note the intersection names,
which can be found on V39-143 north of DC

2019 December 15 - SCBC Breakfast at Georgetown

2019 November 10 - Passed 2400 hours logged today!

... After a great lunch at the 57 Alpha Cafe on the Rutherford County Airport - KFQD.

2019 November 3 - SCBC Breakfast at Orangeburg

2019 October 29 - IFR practice

What a beautiful day for some IFR practice - low clouds, and just a little wind! We took off from Donaldson, and were in the clouds at 250 feet. There was a cross-wind, but no turbulence; smooth as glass. Climbing up to 3000 feet, we were above the clouds. With a high broken layer up at about 9,000 feet, the sun shone through a bit, and we saw some blue sky. ATC asked us to go on up to 4,000, to help with inbound traffic; no problem. Then we headed to Greenwood, did a hold at MACER (where it was actually VFR), and then shot the RNAV-09 LPV approach. The clouds were still overcast inside MACER, and we never broke out of the clouds; at 300 feet AGL there were still clouds below us. Looking straight down, we saw pieces of the runway through the clouds; at least we were where we were supposed to be. After the missed approach, it was a turn to the northwest, headed for the ILS-05 approach outside of Diana, back into Donaldson. We broke out about 550 feet AGL, with the ILS-05 running on the GTN-650, and the RNAV-05 with LPV on the GTN-635, and then rode the Glide Slope all the way down to the ground. That's fun!

2019 October 6 - SCBC Breakfast at Camden

2019 September 29 - SCBC Breakfast at Anderson

2019 September 15 - SCBC Breakfast at Laurens

2019 September 8 - SCBC Breakfast at Columbia-Owens

2019 September 6

A day at the Triple Tree Aerodrome 2019 Annual Fly-In!

2019 September 5, 7:30pm

A 747 flying overhead on approach into Greer International Airport (GSP)

2019 August 4 - SCBC Breakfast at Spartanburg

        Also see the SCBC video.

2019 July 21 - SCBC Breakfast at Triple Tree

2019 July 18

        In 1986, two trips to the movie theater to see the movie "Top Gun" was the impetus that got me started in flying.
        Now, see the trailer for Top Gun - Maverick.

2019 July 1-12 - Flight from South Carolina to Iowa and the Black Hills of South Dakota, and return

        Over 22 hours of flying, round-trip to our furthest-west destination ever!

We departed Iowa for home at 3:00 in the morning Central Time, in order to land about 9:00am Eastern Time, before the day's clouds would be getting too active and bumpy. We flew at 11,000 feet, to take advantage of a 30-40 knot tailwind at that altitude, in order to make the journey non-stop, in five hours flat.

        Over the Missouri River in South Dakota at 6,000', 2 July 2019

            Over Illinois at 11,000', just before sunrise, 12 July 2019

2019 June 23 - SCBC Breakfast at Pickens

See also these sharp photos by Jim Austin

2019 June 8 - A stormy but busy day from Atlanta to Charlotte.

2019 June 7 - IFR practice on a bumpy day

Taking off from Donaldson's runway 05, we were into the clouds at 400 feet. ATC gave us a right turn to OYUMA, southwest of Anderson, where we did a hold. From there we shot the ILS-5 into Anderson. On missed, we made a right turn, headed for MACER, west of Greenwood, and did the RNAV-09 into Greenwood. After the missed, it was radar vectors to join the ILS-5 between PELZE and Dyana, to get back into Donaldson.

The air was blowing in from the south, and bumped and kicked a bit, with updrafts and downdrafts that repeatedly pushed the airplane out of position, provoking a little voice inside, that said: you are really rusty; clearly you needed this.   Combined with still learning the new radios, and how to make them transition from navigating a missed approach to setting up for the next approach, it was a wearing couple of hours.   It was all in the clouds, except for breaking out for a minute or so at the end of the approach at each airport. In other words, it was good practice, to help maintain IFR flying skills.

2019 May 25 - flying over the I-85 - I-385 interchange to see the status of its construction to date.

2019 May 19 - SCBC Breakfast at White Plains

On the way home - Lots of flying in the skies of South Carolina!

2019 May 05 - SCBC Breakfast at Rock Hill

                      IFR to ILS-02 approach into Rock Hill                                                               IFR to RNAV-23 approach into Donaldson

2019 April 28 - SCBC Breakfast at Broxton Bridge

2019 April 16 - Departing PDK Airport, Atlanta, Georgia, just past sunset

2019 March 20 - "To the Moon and Back" - photo by Krishna Prasad, World Air Games 2015, Dubai

2019 March 17 - SCBC Breakfast at Pelion

2019 February 13 - New Garmin GTN-650 and GTN-635 nav-com radios!

2019 January 20 - SCBC breakfast at Walterboro

2019 January 6 - SCBC breakfast at Aiken - more than 70 airplanes!

2018 December 23-26 - Flights from Greenville, South Carolina to Reading, Pennsylvania for Christmas, and return

This trip is typically four hours non-stop (vs. 11 hours by car). We had a nice tailwind going up, making it in 3.3 hours - thanks to strong winds out of the southwest due to an incoming cold-front. The front passed through while we were in Pennsylvania, so we flew home on the front's back-side, which means - you guessed it - winds out of the north. We got a slight tailwind pushing us home! Sometimes you can have it both ways!

2018 November 11 - SCBC breakfast at Bishopville

2018 November 4 - SCBC breakfast at Orangeburg

2018 October 21 - SCBC breakfast at Sumter

2018 September 9 - SCBC breakfast at Anderson

2018 September 07-08 - Triple Tree Aerodrome Annual Fly-In

2018 August 19 - SCBC breakfast at Moncks Corner

2018 July 22 - SCBC breakfast at Triple Tree

2018 July 08 - SCBC breakfast at Greenwood

2018 June 24 - SCBC breakfast at Pickens

2018 June 10 - SCBC breakfast at Salisbury, NC

2018 May 12 - Another United Way flight

        Scroll down or click here to see more.

2018 May 6 - SCBC breakfast at Rock Hill

2018 April 22 - SCBC breakfast at Broxton Bridge

2018 March 18 - SCBC breakfast at Eagle Aviation, Columbia Metro

Rhoda came the furthest, wins the hat!

2018 March 4 - SCBC breakfast at East Cooper - Mt. Pleasant Airport

2018 February 18 - SCBC breakfast at Greenville Municipal Airport

2018 January 07 - SCBC breakfast at Aiken Airport - The first Breakfast without Gerald.

2017 December 10 - A United Way Flight to the edge of the Smokies - Scroll down or click here to see more about it.

Table Rock and the reservoir - in snow                                                                 Caeser's Head - in snow

2017 November 26 - SCBC breakfast at Winnsboro Airport - Gerald's last Breakfast

2017 October 21 - My First Flight in a Glider, at Triple Tree Aerodrome

                              Earlier that day: dew tracks at Triple Tree

2017 October 14 - Enroute from South Carolina to Pennsylvania at 9,000 feet

"Look Ma, no headphones!"   Rhoda's cochlear implants connect via Bluetooth directly to the plane's intercom.

2017 September 17 - SCBC breakfast at Laurens Airport

2017 September 08-09 - Triple Tree Fly-In

2017 September 03 - SCBC breakfast at Hamilton-Owens Airport

2017 July 09 - SCBC breakfast at Triple Tree Aerodrome

    See the video of our 182 taking off from the SCBC Fly-In at Triple Tree taken by good friend and fellow pilot Joe Hinson.

2017 June 24-28 - Flying to Iowa

        2017 June 24 - flights from South Carolina to Iowa                                         2017 June 28 - flights from Iowa to South Carolina

    Refueling in Peoria, Illinois

2017 May 27 - A cloudy, dreary day on the ground, but sunny and a bright blue sky for us

2017 May 07 - SCBC breakfast at White Plains

2017 April 16 - SCBC breakfast at Broxton Bridge - See if you can spot our plane and us, in the SCBC fly-in video

2017 March - our updated panel!

New Garmin G-5 artificial horizon, S-Tec autopilot. The old turn coordinator and vacuum-powered artificial horizon were moved to the right side.

2016 July 10 - SCBC breakfast at Triple Tree and more here.

2016 January 30 - Flying to Rutherford for lunch with Hope and Nate

2015 August 30 - SCBC breakfast at Anderson - one of my favorite photos - the 182 makes a fair umbrella

2015 June 26 - Greenville, South Carolina to Kankakee, Illinois

2015 June 26 - Kankakee, Illinois to Decorah, Iowa

2015 June 29 - Decorah, Iowa, to Greenville, South Carolina, non-stop

2015 May 17 - SCBC at White Plains - See if you can spot our plane and us, in the SCBC fly-in video

2015 February 7 - Triple Tree

2014 October 26 - Enroute on an Angel Flight from Greenville to Nashville

        Flying past the southern edge of the Smokies at 6,000 feet - and seeing why they are called the "Smokies".

2014 September 5-6 - Triple Tree Fly-In

2014 July 7 - SCBC at Newberry

2014 June 21-29 - Flights to Washington, DC, and Portland, Maine   including flight paths

2013 September 23 - Evening flight past Table Rock - one of my favorite pictures

2013 September 6-7 - Triple Tree Fly-In

2013 August 28 - September 2 - Decorah, Iowa   including flight paths

2013 May 12 - SCBC breakfast at White Plains

2012 September 07 - Triple Tree Fly-In

2011 June 26 - SCBC at Triple Tree - one of my favorite photos

2011 May 1 - SCBC at Broxton Bridge - one of my favorite photos

2009 July 12 - Zig-zagging between bumpy cloud build-ups

2006 May 28 - Freedom Weekend Aloft, Anderson, SC

        That's our chase crew, standing around the pickup truck.

2006 January 1 - One of my favorite pictures of the 182, taken before sunrise on New Year's Day, before flying to an SCBC breakfast at Twin Lakes.

2005 February 22 - Sunset over Anderson, SC, and Lake Hartwell

2003 December 24 - First flight for nephew and niece in the 182!

2003 September 28 - The 182 at an SCBC breakfast fly-in at Barnwell, with its friends

2001 September 2 - Hancock Airport, Michigan, with nephew Dennis and niece Katya

1997 July 30-31 - Oshkosh!

Lockheed Constellation Aerobatics by Bob Hoover
Gee Bee racer replica F-104

1995 February 3 - With my 182 and Walt Horstman, who helped me get started, putting me in touch with an instructor and finding my first airplane.

1994 July 31 - Mother and son - two pilots, at KCDW, the Essex County Airport, Caldwell, New Jersey

1992 May 1 - Portrait in the 172 for a company news story

1987 July - Her first flying in forty years - scroll down to read the whole story, or click here.

Sometime in 1987 - preferred means of transportation


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    Flying in South Carolina

South Carolina offers the best flying in the world. The cost of flying is much lower than in more metropolitan areas of the U.S., which makes flying much more affordable. With weather moderated by the impacts of the Smokies and the Gulf Stream weather currents, flying is great year-round.

The state is relatively flat, and flights to the beaches or the mountains are much faster than by car. Similarly, flights to Atlanta for shopping are not only faster, but avoid dealng with highways full of traffic. The theme parks in Orlando are only a few hours away. Most of the U.S. this side of the Rockies is within less than a day's flight.

South Carolina also has something no other state can offer: the South Carolina Breakfast Club. Formed in 1938, the SCBC meets every other weekend, somewhere in the state, except for one breakfast in Salisbury, NC, each year. In good weather, forty to fifty airplanes typically make a landing. Show up once, and you are a life-time member; no dues, no by-laws. If you make a bad landing, you might get to sign the ball - or maybe for any excuse at all. "It's all done in fun."  Breakfast is served about 9:00; take off by 11:00.


Be sure not to miss:
        *   the fly-in videos from each SCBC breakfast ,
        *   In Memoriam for Gerald Ballard, SCBC President from 1979 to 2017,
        *   an AOPA article on the Breakfast Club.

Be sure to check out the FAA's Online Resources for Pilots

More questions about flying? Send them here.
As one of the Coordinators for the South Carolina Breakfast Club, I would like to welcome you to the great flying here in South Carolina.

Between the SCBC fly-ins and the airports where you can get your "hundred-dollar hamburgers", there is always someplace to fly to, making it easy to say, "Let's go fly!", and keep your flying skills current between those more occasional flights to distant places.

Upstate South Carolina has something else that is quickly growing to be in the same league with Oshkosh and Lakeland Fun-in-Sun:
the Triple Tree Aerodrome, near Woodruff. This 7,000 foot runway is the home of an annual fly-in, an SCBC fly-in, and much more.

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    Places to Go   -   Upcoming Events   -   Things to Do

Social Flight

Angel Flight - Missions

Join the South Carolina Aviation Association to stay aware of scheduled events and aviation news in South Carolina.

See the South Carolina Aviation Association's January 2020 Palmetto Aviation newsletter.

Upcoming Events:  

Upstate Aviation Club - monthly meeting - every second Tuesday at 6:00 p.m. at the Runway Cafe, GMU South Ramp; dinner at 5:30

          Each meeting features a guest speaker.

Triple Tree Chilly Chili Fly-In - February 6th, 2021

Triple Tree Uncle John's Fly-In - April 9th-11th, 2021

Triple Tree 3rd Annual Young Aviators Fly-In - June 18th-20th, 2021

Triple Tree Annual Fly-In - September 20st-26th, 2021

The South Carolina Breakfast Club

              Arrive about 8:45

Breakfast about 9:00

Leave about 10:30-11:00

          Check out the videos from past SCBC fly-in breakfasts.

Tracking the International Space Station and the ISS Earth cam

Visit the 57A Cafe for great Mexican food and the best hamburgers ever.
Open for lunch, 11:00 to 2;00, Tuesday through Sunday.

Just a few miles into North Carolina, at the Hickory Airport (HKY) is the Crosswind Cafe, another great place to go for lunch.

While you are there, don't miss the chance to visit the Hickory Aviation Museum!

One great way to get people interested in flying is to auction off airplane rides for a charity. Each year the company where I work holds a silent auction for items people contribute, with the proceeds going to United Way. For each of the past two years, I have contributed two flights, for a co-worker and up to two family members.

The result has been a huge success, with lots of bidding. Word spreads; the people who win the rides share their excitement with those around them, and people who never would have dared to go flying keep out-bidding each other for the opportunity.

Left: She took off, turned on-course, climbed to altitude, flew on-course and
          straight-and-level. Made it look easy. Total piloting time: 20 minutes.

    Below: Posing with First-Time Flight Certificates in hand!

"I just wanted to thank you again for taking so much time with us on Saturday. That is something I will never forget. It was more amazing than I thought it would be. I have never experienced flying like that nor have I ever flown a plane. That was just so exciting that I can’t tell you how I felt afterwards."

This kind of response is not unusual, and you know you have changed somebody's whole perspective on flying.

If you do something like this, (1) be sure you understand all of the applicable FARs regarding charity flights, etc., and (2) contact your local Flight Standards District Office (FSDO), and coordinate your plans with them. Talk with them before you offer the flights; make sure what you put up for auction is legal. Make your flights a great experience for everyone.

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    Learning to Fly

In 1986, the movie Top Gun hit the big screen. As I came out of the movie theater after seeing it for the second time, I decided, "This is too good a thing to feel second-hand."

I had flown several times before that with a friend from work, in his Cessna 177 Cardinal. The next day he walked up to my desk as usual, to say hello and chat. I told him I was ready to learn how to fly. Whatever it was going to cost, I was ready to do it. Would he know of an instructor?

Indeed he did. My friend was never one to be in a hurry; he kind of ambled along, getting to where he was going when he did. His desk was in another building and on another floor.

Maybe so, but barely ten minutes after he left, I got a call from my soon-to-be first flying instructor, to set up the appointment for my first flying lesson.

So it began, on the evening of the 12th of September, 1986: I spent an hour, according to my log book, doing "Orientation, pre-flight, aircraft familiarity; climbs, descents, and turns", in N14SW. "November-one-four-Sierra-Whiskey" is a Cessna 150 two-seater that was a part of the fleet at Carolyn's Flight Academy, owned by a tough instructor named Carolyn Pilaar. She set high standards for training her students; standards which have probably saved my life – more than once. Just the kind of instructor you want to find.

Taking about two hour-long lessons each week, I got my license on the 25th of April, 1987. In February of 1988, I began taking lessons for my Instrument rating, and and passed the IFR check-ride that August.   More than 30 years and 2400 hours of pilot time have been logged since those flying lessons began, in all kinds of weather. And always remember: when the FAA Examiner says, "This is a license to learn," he's not kidding.

1995 - With my 182 and Walt Horstman, who helped me get started, putting me in touch with an instructor and finding my first airplane.

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    Buying an Airplane

When you start to fly, you only need a two-seater - the only person who can be in the air with you is your instructor. You can buy a two-seater Cessna 150 for about $20,000. The insurance is about the same as for a car; possibly a little cheaper. Just like for a car, you can get a loan, so all you really need is a down-payment. 150s were sold in the late 1960s and early 1970s, so they are depreciated as far as they are going to go; the price does not change much, except as the engine wears, and when you improve the avionics. Let pilots know you are in the market, once you are sure you want to be a pilot. Also, begin scouting around for a well-recommended aviation mechanic you can trust. When you find a plane you like, pay him to check it out; it will be money well spent; a good investment.

1987 July 4 - My first airplane, a 1968 Cessna 150, from December 1986 to September 1989

Note the 150's N-number painted on the tie-down spot!

Since a 150 does not depreciate, when you go to sell it, it will still be worth about what you paid for it - a little less, since the engine is a little more used, or if you have the engine overhauled, quite a bit more. That means you have that much money - about $20,000 - to use as down-payment for a four-seater, like a Cessna 172. Those can be found in the $45,000 range, depending on age and avionics. That means your new loan is no more than the loan you had on your 150.

My second airplane, a 1965 Cessna 172, from February 1990 to June 1992

At some point, get your Instrument Flight Rating (IFR), so you can fly through clouds. Until then you are limited to flying VFR (Visual Flight Rules) in clear weather, which is not always present at a convenient time - like when you want to go to or from that favorite vacation spot. Be warned: flying in clouds without your IFR rating is fatal (which is why it is also illegal) - just ask John F. Kennedy, Jr. The number-one cause of crashes for VFR pilots is flying VFR into IMC (Instrument Meteorological Conditions) - as happened to Kobe Bryant's helicopter.

When the 172 becomes too small and too slow, you sell it for roughly what you paid for it - and use that towards a down-payment on a 182.

My third airplane, a 1978 Cessna 182, since August 1992

Like most things in life, that's not all there is to it, of course. A 150 can be flown for about as much as it costs to own a car. A 172 costs a bit more, but it is faster and can fly further. For a 182, plan on spending about $15-20,000 a year, on average (including avionics upgrades, and engine and prop overhauls in 1998 and replacements in 2013). Most people fly 70 to 100 hours a year. But that is how you work up to being able to afford the airplane you ultimately want to have.

When your family is just you and your spouse, and you cannot afford much, buy the 150. When you start to have kids, you move up to the 172, which holds four. When the kids begin to strain the weight limits of the 172, you buy the 182. The cost of flying grows at about the same rate as your income. If you have more than two kids, buy a Cessna 206 six-seater.

There are of course many other airplanes, of all sizes. But these examples get you started. Once you learn more, you can make further choices as you decide what you like and want in an airplane.

Why I Like the Cessna 182

  1. It is easy to see the scenery, and you can open the window to take a picture.
  2. A 182 has two doors, so there is no need to crawl over a seat to get out.
  3. A 182 makes a passable umbrella in the rain - even a heavy rain - for just standing, or when loading or unloading people and baggage, or while hugging relatives.
  4. When taxiing a 182 on a hot, rainy day, you can open the windows a bit for a little air. The propeller provides a nice breeze, and the rain mostly is going by too fast to come in.
  5. You can load full fuel, four adults, and enough baggage for a week in a 182, and it doesn't care. A 182 can carry virtually anything you can shoehorn into it. And if you do need an extra 150 pounds of load for people and baggage, having 25 fewer gallons of fuel in a 182 with 75-gallon tanks still allows for 3 solid hours of flight, plus reserve.
  6. A 182 with 75-gallon tanks carries over six hours of fuel. I will need to land before it does.
  7. A 182 with 75-gallon tanks carries over six hours of fuel. When you subtract the FAA's fuel requirements, particularly when your destination airport is IFR and a good alternate is about an hour away from your destination (there is always a strong headwind on your way to the alternate, and don't forget that flying an IFR approach eats up 20-30 minutes all by itself), a 182 still has enough fuel that you plan your flight based on the fact that you will be the one that must land first.
  8. A 182 only needs one stop to refuel. A fuel stop takes about an hour (descent, fly the approach or pattern, taxi, refuel, file flight plan, pay the bill, taxi, climb back to altitude), which is a long time when those summertime cumulus clouds are intent on building into cumulonimbus clouds, you have to be at work tomorrow, and spending a night in the No-Tell Motel nearby whatever remote airport you landed at is not on your bucket list.
  9. A 182 is fast enough to get just about anywhere east of the Rockies in seven hours of flying, with only one fuel stop, but cheap enough you can go up flying in the evening just to watch the sunset. Both are roughly equal in importance.
  10. A 182 is roomy enough that you are not getting intimate with the person sitting next to you on a seemingly continual basis.
  11. A 182 with a Continental engine has an unbreakable fuel pump that never needs repair - gravity.
  12. My flight bag, which judging by its weight must include the kitchen sink, fits between the front seats where it is always within reach.

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    Flying Stories

A Little Grass Airstrip

The Triple Tree Aerodrome has a grass airstrip 7,000 feet long, and 300 feet wide. I first saw it on January 27th, 2007, from the air, during my Biennial Flight Review (BFR). Back then, there were no buildings. My instructor pointed to it, and asked me to do a practice emergency landing – but I could not find the airstrip he was pointing to. "It's Right There," he said, pointing down. I had never seen a grass strip bigger than 2800 feet long by 75 feet wide, and there was nothing like that down there to see - just a big, long patch of what had to be a farmer's field ...

Tough Guy

Flying into the Do-Little airstrip for the Breakfast Club, a huge raccoon trundled across the runway just about where we were set to touch down. He saw us at the last moment, ran and somersaulted off to the side and stood up, as if to say, "Come on! Just try me!"

In the Laurens News

Below is a story from the Laurens County Advertiser newspaper on the September 18, 2011, visit to the Laurens, SC, airport by the S.C. Breakfast Club. I gave a short ride to the editor's son and the editor. Just a quick flight "around the pattern", but both were thrilled and excited!

Laurens News Redux

In September of 2016, I contacted Judith Brown, the editor of the Laurens County Advertiser, whom I had taken up for a short flight in 2011, during an SCBC fly-in at Laurens Airport. Would she be interested in flying in to the annual Triple Tree Aerodrome fly-in, and covering that event?

So once again she and her son went flying, this time joined by a Spanish exchange student their family had been hosting. Everyone had a great time, checking out all the airplanes, attending some of the talks, and watching the warbirds and other airplanes take off and land.

The Ultimate High

There comes a point in your training as a student pilot when your instructor tells you to let him out, and do three trips around the pattern.

You do your best to remember everything you need to say on the radio, and what you need to do at every step to control the airplane. It's all the same as you have done dozens of times before - and it's suddenly all different. You pull out onto the runway, and line up the plane; you give it full throttle, start rolling, and quickly pick up speed.

And then all of a sudden, you are in the air - no longer on the ground - and you have the realization that nobody can get you back safely on the ground but you.

Three times around - three take-offs and three landings, and then it's done; you've done it. Three times you took off, and three times you landed safely and in control. You have proven to yourself that it is not a lark; that you can do it any time you want to. You have flown.

Driving home after my first solo, I just could not stop grinning - a big, face-wide grin, from ear to ear.

Other drivers, if they saw me, must have thought I was on drugs. But I had just done something far beyond anything they knew - I had flown an airplane, and returned it safely to earth. I was becoming a pilot.

The Backwards Check-ride

A check-ride includes recovery from "unusual attitudes". I get motion sickness, so I asked the FAA Examiner if we could save that for last, and he agreed. When the time came, he said, "You put the plane in unusual attitudes, and I'll recover."   So that is what we did. I guess I did it well enough; I passed.

The 150 gets baptized

If someone in the airplane is prone to air-sickness, there are two sure-fire ways to increase the probability of that happening, even on a calm day on a smooth ride. One is to look out the side-window straight down; the other is to fly in circles.

A friend at work asked me if I would like to help her with some photography: the kids at her child's school would form a ring around their school, holding hands, while we flew overhead, so she could take pictures.

It was just a few minutes from our take-off in the 150 at Greenville Municipal Airport until we were circling above the school building and she began snapping away. We had made two or three laps, when I realized she had stopped talking - a sure sign of a stomach giving notice of its intention to revolt.

We were nearer to the Greer Airport so, photography completed, I headed over there to get her on the ground as quickly as possible.

I could tell it was going to be a close race, and we almost made it. But barely a hundred feet above the runway, her stomach won.

She quickly recovered and soon felt better, aside from a bit of embarassment. Back at work the next day, she was able to have a good laugh about it, retelling the story to our friends, and the school was of course very pleased with that yearbook's very special front cover.


It was a beautiful Sunday morning, sunny, clear, and bright - a perfect day to go flying. I grabbed my flight bag, and headed to the airport. On the way, I passed a church, with people going through the doors into the dark interior.

Reaching the airport, I parked the car and quickly walked across the ramp to where my 150 was tied down. The preflight took just a few minutes, and without delay I was airborne. I headed north for one of my favorite routes, along the mountains and lakes.  I climbed higher than usual, up to 6,500 feet, high above the world, smooth and serene, giving me a view deeper into the Smokies on this beautiful morning.

The mountain valleys were covered by a lake of thick morning fog. The higher mountains poked up around the fog, surrounding it and providing a bowl a dozen miles wide to contain it.

Flying west along the line of hills, the breaks between hills formed little V's, where the fog tumbled out, escaping from the mass beyond, like waterfalls from a lake.

But while there was fog in the mountains, there was clear air and warm sunshine to the south. The sun quickly warmed the falling, tumbling fog, which evaporated and dispersed even as it fell, first into ever-fainter, more whispy curlicues, and finally into nothingness - cloudfalls that never reached the ground.

Speeding along the Blue Ridge Parkway

As anyone who has travelled on the Blue Ridge Parkway knows, the speed limit along the entire length, from Virginia to Tennessee, is forty-five miles per hour. Some of us are also very aware that the Parkway's rangers are fairly strict when it comes to enforcing that speed limit.

It was a beautiful, sunny weekend - a great time for us to take along another couple to whom we had recently promised a nice, scenic flight in the 182. We flew out to the lakes, and then turned north, over Hartwell, Keowee, and, climbing higher, over Jocassee. But rather than turn east towards Table Rock, we continued climbing, on up to 6500 feet, and headed up into the Smokies. We reached the ridgeline not too far from the North Carolina - Tennessee border, and then turned right to follow it towards Asheville. Our flying was parallel to the Blue Ridge Parkway, which we pointed out to the delight of our two passengers.

And then the punch line: "Tomorrow at work you can tell everyone you did 150 miles per hour along the Blue Ridge Parkway."

The IFR Check-ride Cathedral

I flew the check-ride for my IFR ("Instrument Flight Rules") rating under the hood – i.e., wearing a large visor that limits your vision to just the instruments, since the weather failed to provide enough real clouds. At one point, however, the Examiner said it was okay to take off the hood; we were immersed in clouds.

And then we burst out of them – into the biggest cathedral ever seen by human eyes! We had entered from the back wall; the vaulted ceiling of clouds was hundreds of feet above; the immense side walls rose to meet it from a rumpled floor of clouds that could have been pews, hundreds of feet below. We flew above the center aisle, and in seconds we were flying through the clouds of the front wall, high above the cloud altar.

Cloud shapes are in constant flux; nobody would ever see that cathedral but us.

IFR the Next Day

I took my IFR check-ride on a Friday. The next morning I took off in my 150, headed for an overnight stay at State College, Pennsylvania, from where I would go on to Portland, Maine, on Sunday morning. It was a perfect flight for a new IFR pilot: it started clear, but as I flew north, the haze got thicker and thicker. By the time I reached Pennsylvania, I was flying through clouds – a baptism by fire, but a gentle one.

And the result the next day could not have been better...


A totally unexpected arrival Sunday evening!

A High Downwind

We were flying home from our first trip north in the 150, inbound to Greensboro to refuel. The clouds were somewhere closer to broken than scattered. Greensboro Approach came on the radio. Their radar was down.  Unless we could do a visual approach, they would have to send us out to a holding pattern with the rest of the inbound traffic, and wait our turn. The 150 was already low enough on fuel that a hold could easily turn problematic. But right then we looked down from our 5,000 foot altitude and spotted the airport through a break in the clouds, directly below. We let Approach know we saw it, and they cleared us to land. Still at 5,000 feet, we lined up for a right downwind, and set 40 degrees of flaps. They switched us to the tower.  From 5,000 feet with 40 degrees of flaps and the engine at idle we flew a perfect pattern, touching down at just the right spot on the runway.


I was flying home from up north, midway through Virginia in the 150 at 6,000 feet (for long distances, I typically flew the 150 eastbound at 5,000 and westbound at 6,000). Washington Center came on the radio, and told me there was oncoming traffic at my altitude (eastbound at 6,000??), and asked me to climb to 7,000. I got as far as 6700 feet; that is all the 150 could give me. I had one nav pointed at the VOR ahead of me, and one pointed at the VOR behind me. I had to correct for a crosswind, and now at 6700, the DG was pointing 90 degrees to both of them. In that position, the VOR needles should eventually have begun pointing "behind" me; the north-pointing needle pointing to its right, and the south-pointing needle to its left. That never happened; they both stayed centered. Time to get on the radio. "Ah, Center, this is Cessna 7-3-Sierra. I am 90 degrees to course, and don't seem to be moving."   Center came on, and gave me a route change: descend to 5,000 feet, and continue on course; my traffic was no longer a factor. On the descent I picked up the airspeed I had lost trying to climb, and presumably got out of the worst part of the crosswind. I was back on my way home.

What an IFR Pilot Does For Fun

It was a beautiful Sunday morning - if you are an IFR pilot. The day was totally overcast, with cloud bases that were just a few hundred feet above the ground, just above the minimums, and with no wind to speak of. It was a great day to go shoot some IFR approaches, and maintain my IFR currency. I took off from Donaldson in the 182, and was in the clouds at 550 feet.

First on my Flight Plan was Laurens, with its GPS-8 approach, so ATC pointed us at the first waypoint on the approach. Went through the approach on autopilot, releasing altitude-hold and using the throttle to control altitude, just like you're supposed to do. Right at the minimums, I spotted the airport; I could have landed if I had wanted to. Then back up into the clouds, and on to the missed approach, and the hold.

Outbound on the hold, 30 degrees left of the outbound heading to get into the loop; I turned on the autopilot. Straight as an arrow for a minute, and then turn the heading bug 30 and then 90 degrees to the right, and then 90 degrees once more, and we were inbound on the hold, straight as an arrow; didn't even need to correct for wind. One more time around, in another perfect oval, and then I let ATC know it was time to go on to Clemson.

ATC warned us of some weather along the way, but neither the Garmin XM nor the ADS/B was showing anything worth noting. We got hardly a bump; the autopilot had no problem with direction nor altitude, straight to the start of the GPS-7 approach at CEU. It's fun to watch the autopilot make perfect little turns at each point on the approach! We broke out about a hundred feet above minimums, with the runway in sight.

Wow! Those hills are right there! That doesn't look like 400 feet down to me. Not much room for error here!

Through the approach, and on missed, heading 130 degrees as instructed by Greer, on our way home. Back in contact with ATC, and one last correction, to intercept the Localizer just outside Dyana.

Now follow the Glide Slope down to 200 feet; we broke out at about 400, but rode the Glide Slope all the way down to the ground, just for fun. What a blast! IFR is fun! What a great day to go flying!

A Bump In the Sky In Florida

Flying down to Orlando in the 172, the day was late enough that Florida's daily cloud build-ups were starting to get serious. ATC (the Air Traffic Controllers) tried to route me through the least-dangerous areas, but all of a sudden the plane was shooting up at 1,000 feet per minute, and more – something well beyond the wildest dreams of a 145hp 172. I closed the throttle and pointed the airplane down, but the updraft carried us up. ATC came on the radio, letting me know that I had busted my assigned altitude. "I'm working on it," I said in reply; it is possible there might have been a slight note of tension in my voice. Then, just like I had read about in a recent magazine article, we hit the downdraft. We flew out of the clouds at the same altitude as we had flown in.

Summertime In the South

It was one of those Southern summers with air that is stagnant and humid, when cumulus clouds would pop up every morning across the South, from Louisiana to the Carolinas, and develop into cumulonimbus thunderstorms during the afternoons.

We were in San Antonio, and needed to get home. Going to bed at 5:00 in the evening, we woke up at 1:00 a.m., were at the airport about 2:30, and took off in the 182 just past 3:00. Climbing to 11,000 feet, we had the clear skies all to ourselves, crossing Texas and into Louisiana in the night without incident, except to watch a fascinating lightning display on top of an isolated cloud thirty miles north as we passed it at the border.

Sunrise saw us crossing the Mississippi, and we had to do an approach through a thin cloud layer into Meridian to refuel. The clouds were thicker climbing out, heading back up to 11,000 in search of a tail-wind. As we crossed Alabama the clouds continued to grow higher and higher.

Crossing into Georgia, we heard a Bonanza on his way to Florida on the radio, landing in Mississipi to refuel, just as we had an hour earlier. Flying north around Atlanta - through the busy NELLO intersection and then headed toward the Electric City VOR, the clouds were now reaching up to us, and we could see the cumulus clouds in the Smokies were already building into dark cumulonimbus storm clouds.

And then we were into South Carolina - almost home! We began our descent through the thankfully still-cumulus layer, still relatively bump-free. Our goal had been to arrive home by noon. We touched down at Donaldson about 11:30 a.m., finished for the day, safely on the ground and at home.

Checking the weather an hour later, thunderstorms were now dominant everywhere. It's a safe bet that Bonanza pilot was going to spend a night in Mississipi.

Short-Field Takeoff In the 172

It was still morning, and it was way up north in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, but the day was already warm and humid. Full fuel, lots of baggage, two adults, and two 13-year-olds who were growing like weeds would tax the old 172's abilities to the limits. I used short-field take-off techniques – on a mile-long paved runway. And put the 172 up for sale the next day.

A Wringing Out?

In September of 1989 I moved to Huntsville, Alabama, to work for NASA on the International Space Station. For the four years I lived there, I had to use instructors who did not know me, for my Biennial Flight Reviews, IFR checks, check-outs in the 172 and the 182, etc. A couple of times they would start our conversation with, "I'm going to really wring you out."   I would wait the whole flight for them to spring whatever it was they had in mind. It apparently was not all that much, compared to the rigors of instruction at Carolyn's Flight Academy. Eventually, they would say, "Well, I guess we can head back."   I was never sure if the tone with which that sentence was uttered was, "I give up," or "I'm running out of ideas."   Either way, I think I had had more fun than they did.

Fire-Engines Here and There

We took off from Donaldson in the 182, headed north for a Labor Day weekend visit to Pennsylvania. We were already climbing through 7,000 feet, over Greer and totally in the clouds, when I noticed we had lost vacuum pressure. There is no alarm; the instruments just start contradicting each other. You have to figure out for yourself which instruments to stake your life on, and which to disregard. We asked ATC to vector us back to Donaldson. On final approach there, we broke out of the clouds barely 500 feet above the ground. Rhoda spotted a firetruck near the end of the runway.

"What's that for?" she asked. I told her I did not know. Well, it was possible I could be wrong - but I had a pretty good guess.

Then she spotted another firetruck at the other end of the runway. "Are they for us?!" the pitch of her voice seemed a little higher this time.

I admitted they were, and both trucks followed us as we taxied back to the ramp and verified we were okay as we shut down.

Thanks to Carolyn Pilaar and her instructors Carl Myers and Karen Winters, it was just another unremarkable flight – entered in logbooks which now tally more than 2,400 hours of flying.

Postscript: Surviving Loss of Vacuum

I have lost vacuum pressure three times. Murphy's Law held true: all three times my vacuum pump failed when we were IFR and in the clouds.

The first time was on a flight home from Huntsville, Alabama. We had just crossed into South Carolina, and I noticed the artificial horizon (AH) and the directional gyro (the DG), which are run by vacuum, were drifting out of their normal positions. I checked the little vacuum pressure gauge, hidden below the yoke, and sure enough, it was showing no pressure. We were above the clouds, but there were no airports within a hundred miles that were VFR.

The second time was in the story above.

The third time was again on a flight home, this time from Williamsburg, Virginia. We were between Greensboro and Hickory, in North Carolina. Again, we were on top of the clouds, although we had been VFR up until the last twenty miles. There were VFR airports behind us, but I saw no reason to be stranded far from home.  While the remainder of the flight would be IFR, it would be relatively smooth.

You notice you have lost your vacuum when the AH starts indicating you are not straight-and-level, or the DG starts indicating you are not pointed in the right direction. Your turn coordinator meanwhile, which is electrically-driven, is indicating what you would expect. Your GPS, if you have one, and your compass continue to indicate your actual direction.

If you are on an IFR flight-plan, of course, the first thing to do is to let ATC know you have lost vacuum pressure. They will ask you, "What are your intentions?" or possibly "Would you like to declare an emergency?"   Always remember, you are pilot in command. ATC can advise (about options, weather, etc.), but they are sitting on nice office chairs, on the ground. They will go home all the same, no matter what happens to you. You are the one in control of the situation, not ATC. Your choices will depend on where you are in relation to your destination, the amount of turbulence you are encountering, fuel on board, etc. It is your plan and your decision that will determine the course of events. In the story above, ATC asked if I wanted to land at Greer, which was right below me. But from 7,000 feet, I could have landed at Donaldson in a glide with the engine out. The amount of time and maneuvering required would be about the same for either airport. Better to take the 182 to its home.

It is typically not necessary to declare an emergency. To do so just means there will be paperwork to fill out, and it will not improve your actual situation. Simply reply back on the radio the airport where you would like to land. Ask for vectors (heading and altitude), and let ATC know that without vacuum, you can take heading changes, or altitude changes, but not both simultaneously. Ask for wide, shallow turns and plenty of distance to lose altitude; do not accept sudden or quick changes. Be cognizant of the weather, and how that will affect your decisions. Make it as easy as possible for you to stay in control of the airplane.

During your IFR training, your instructor should have stressed this technique, demonstrated it, and required you to fly "partial panel" as part of your training, by covering the AH and DG and then asking you to do so, on repeated occasions.

In any case, ATC may assign you to a special radio frequency, and dedicate a Controller to specifically deal with your situation. This gets you off the normal frequency, so that Controller can resume dealing with normal traffic. It also means that your communications will not be interrupted by the normal communications of other airplanes.

If at any point ATC gives you changes to both altitude and heading (in the above story, they forgot once), remind them that you cannot change both at the same time, and ask which they would like you to do.

In the story related above, the situation was always under control; there was never any real danger. At one point, just to see what would happen, I did try to change direction and altitude at the same time. The result was predictable: I soon started to hear the air whistling as it passed over the wings. I knew that my airspeed was quickly increasing and that I had no idea what the airplane's actual orientation was. I was probably in a slip - banked further than I thought and pointed downward too steeply. The first step is to level your wings, referring to your turn coordinator. Then get your vertical speed under control, using your vertical-speed indicator and altimeter. Once all that is taken care of, you can either resume changing direction, referring to your compass and GPS, or resume changing altitude (while maintaining direction), referring to your vertical speed and alitmeter, but - lesson-learned - not both at the same time.

I once visited a blog on the Web where surviving loss of vacuum was the discussion topic. Several people who were not pilots said it was impossible. I posted that IFR training teaches how to deal with that loss, and that I had lost vacuum three times. I checked back a couple of weeks later, and sure enough, one of the most assertive non-pilot know-it-alls had called me a liar, adding a couple of expletives as proof.

After the first loss of vacuum, my mechanic recommended I routinely replace the vacuum pump after 400 hours. But Murphy won again: the second one failed sooner than that. After the second loss of vacuum, I had an alternate vacuum source added. However, in the third occurrence, I forgot I had it available. Ah-h-h, pilot error.

When the Garmin G-5 was made available for sale, I had one installed the next week. It is a digital AH, and uses a laser, rather than vacuum. It also has a battery backup, should the electrics fail. I am told people who buy a G-5 will typically remove their vacuum system and pump entirely. I like redundancy, so I moved the old vacuum AH over to the right side of the panel. That also helps the person sitting in the right seat, should he be piloting. The AH should be right in front of the pilot; it is much harder to fly an airplane looking at the AH from an angle.

Naturally, the last vacuum pump I bought has been running perfectly ever since. Murphy has been foiled, and has gone in search of happier hunting grounds - no doubt somewhere else in the airplane. I just have not figured out where, as yet.

Finally, about those firetrucks in the story above. I never really understood the value of getting them involved; if I was going to drill a hole in the ground, it was unlikely that it was going to be conveniently near the airport. But it turns out they have their own currency requirements which they must maintain. Real-life situations are always preferable to practice that simply goes through the motions. Getting involved was much better than sitting around in the fire-station. It's good to know they are there.

Someone Helped Me; Now It's My Turn

In November of 2016 I had helped the Triple Tree Aerodrome take about 60 high school kids up flying (14 takeoffs in 1 day!). One result: one family’s new desire to learn to fly. In April 2017 I flew them and their instructor to Indianapolis to buy an airplane and fly it home!

Epilogue . . . 10 November 2019 - Solo!



The Best Story Of All   -   And also my first published writing in a nationally-distributed magazine.

In memoriam: on October 18, 2017, she took her last flight, off into the sunset.

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    Flying Humor

Click here to hear the story of who is the coolest, fastest, baddest guy on the block ...

Humor for Instrument-rated Pilots

"I tawt I taw a puddy-tat.  I did! I did tee a puddy tat."
Proving that the FAA's intersection-namers have a sense of humor, too!

But don't miss that you will cross SATAN if you are coming in from the north ...

Around Washington, DC, their humor tends to be more political...  You will see it if you are on V39-143 north of there.

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    Flying put to words

Click here for some great quotes on flying

Weekend Pilot, Frank Kingston Smith, 1957
A great story of one person's discovery of flying, and his experiences in owning his own airplane.

A Sky Of Her Own, by Molly Bernheim, 1959
In the years after World War II, a woman in her 40s learns to fly

  Skyward, 1980
This is a very good movie, not a book:   A sheltered, wheelchair-bound teenage girl - and those around her - discover the value of truth, perseverance, and the meaning of integrity ... and the joy of flying.

The Airman's World, by Gill Robb Wilson, 1957
This wonderful book of poetry about flying does a great job of providing a sense of the spirit of being a pilot.

First Things First
    by Gill Robb Wilson
        The boundary lamps were yellow blurs
        Against the winter night,
        And I had checked the last ship in
        And snapped the office light
        And paused a while to let the ghosts
        Of bygone days and men
        Roam down the skies of auld lang syne
        As one will now and then ...
        When fancy sent me company
        A red checked lad to stand
        With questions gleaming in his eyes,
        A model in his hand.
        He may have been your boy or mine,
        I could not clearly see,
        But there was no mistaking how
        His eyes were questioning me
        For answers which all sons must have
        Who build their toys in play,
        But pow'r them in valiant dreams
        And fly them far away;
        So down I sat with him beside
        There in the dim lit shed,
        And with the ghost of better men
        To check on me, I said:
        'I cannot tell you, Sonny Boy,
        The future of this art,
        But one thing I can show you, lad,
        An old time pilot's heart;
        And you may judge what flight may give
        Or hold in store for you
        By knowing how true pilots feel
        About the work they do;
        And only he who dedicates
        His life to some ideal
        Becomes as one with his dreams
        His future will reveal.
        Not one of whose wings are dust
        Would call his bargain in,
        Not one of us would welsh his part
        To save his bloomin' skin,
        Not one would wish to walk again
        Unless allowed to throw
        His heart into the thing he loved
        And go as he would go;
        Not one would change for gold or pow'r,
        Nor fun nor love nor fame,
        The part he played and price he paid
        In making good the game.
        And of the living ... none, not one,
        Regrets the scars he bears,
        The sheer uncertainty of plans,
        The poverty he shares,
        Remitted price for one mistake
        That checks a bright career,
        The shattered hopes, the scant rewards,
        The future never clear:
        And of the living ... none, not one,
        Who truly loves the sky,
        Would trade a hundred earth bound hours
        For one that he could fly.
        If that sleek model in your hand,
        Which you have brought to me,
        Most represents the thing you love,
        The thing you want to be,
        Then, you will fill your curly head
        With knowledge, fact and lore,
        For there is no short cut which leads
        To aviation's door;
        And only those whose zeal is proved
        By patient toil and will
        Shall ever have a part to play
        Or have a place to fill.'
        And suddenly the lad was gone
        On wings I could not hear,
        But from afar off came his voice
        In studied tones and clear,
        A prophet's message simply told
        For this is what he said
        And why his hand will someday lead
        Formations overhead:
        'Who wants to fly has got to know:
        Now two times two is four:
        I've got to learn the first things first!'
        ...I closed the hanger door.

May the next generation of pilots have it this good!

The Sunkist Valley (excerpt)
    by Gill Robb Wilson
    as recorded by Martha Lunken in the November 2017 issue of Flying magazine

        When you've flown
        enough years to have
        crossed many hills and
        valleys, and known much
        loneliness and endured
        many uncertainties -
        why, then you're a pilot.
        You can never be too
        much afraid of what lies
        If you don't venture on
        sullen skies, you never come
        to sunkissed valleys.
        If your palms have never
        been moist, your heart has
        never thrilled.
        If you have never been
        afraid, you have never been
        So I think he learns of life,
        this one with the
        seven-league boots.
        And if it does not mold
        him in humility of mind and
        in peace of heart -
        then I have not read
        with understanding the
        long, long thoughts of my
        confreres - they who have
        earned a citizenship in the
        airman's world.

This excerpt, quoted by Martha Lunken in her column in the December 2010 issue of Flying magazine, is about flying home for Christmas. But the feelings it describes are there on every home-bound flight. Don't miss the story she tells. The poem is by Gill Robb Wilson

        I've blessed my wings a thousand times
        For where they've carried me …
        But there is a nearer ecstasy!
        The wings that bear one home …
        The joy of letting down to the place
        The heart has never left — the thrill
        of returning to the one spot on earth
        beloved above all others — home!
        And, if it be "Home for Christmas,"
        How thrice blessed are my wings.

Here is the original publishing of the poem, in the December 1958 issue of Flying magazine.

We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.
-- Rhysling
as recorded in "The Green Hills of Earth", by Robert Heinlein

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    Aviation in the News

18 October 2020

American Airlines plans to return Boeing 737 Max to service at year-end

“We remain in contact with the FAA and Boeing on the certification process and we’ll continue to update our plans based on when the aircraft is certified,” the company said in a statement.

9 October 2020

The Animated Reenactment of the Last Two Minutes of Colgan Flight 3407 Bombardier DHC-8-400, N200WQ, at Clarence Center, New York, February 12, 2009

1 October 2020

'I like what I saw,' U.S. FAA chief on Boeing 737 MAX test flight

30 September 2020

Boeing to move all 787 Dreamliner production to South Carolina

With the narrow-body 737 MAX grounded for over a year since two fatal crashes, building and selling more 787s has been crucial to Boeing’s financial recovery.  The company has orders for 526 of the planes and has delivered almost 1,000.  The twin-engine plane overcame years of delays and cost overruns to become a bestseller and is expected to overtake Boeing’s 777 and the Airbus A330 as the most popular wide body jet by 2023, according to analysts at Jefferies.  Airlines are retiring older 777s and A330s in favor of the smaller 787 and Airbus A350.

2020 September 7

Aviation A Smaller Contributor To Climate Change Than Previously Thought

Nitrogen oxides emitted in aircraft exhaust increase the production of ozone, a major greenhouse gas, but they also destroy methane, a big contributor to atmospheric warming.  Also contrails heat and cool the planet at the same time by trapping atmospheric heat while reflecting sunlight.  The net result is that contrails are only about half as bad as previously thought.

Density Altitude for the Pilot

2020 August 29

Lockheed Martin – Celebrating 35 Years in Greenville, South Carolina

2020 August 19

Private flights see rise in demand amid coronavirus pandemic

Commercial air travel has been significantly impacted by the coronavirus pandemic.  On average, flights to each state in the U.S. saw a 50% decline in departures between July 2019 and July 2020.

2020 August 13

Air Force helicopter hit by gunfire while flying over Virginia, forced to make emergency landing

The Federal Bureau of Investigation is looking into the incident.

2020 July 30

SC Aviation Week is August 15–22

See the Aviation Week Schedule of Events.

2020 July 29

Palmetto Aviation Summer 2020 newsletter of the South Carolina Aviation Association

2020 July 19

Lockheed Martin wins $15B Air Force contract for Super Hercules

Work on the contract will be performed in Marietta, Georgia – and is scheduled for completion in July 2030.

2020 June 13

NTSB report:  Pilots killed in Greenville plane crash chose to fly despite brake problems

"Before the accident flight, the airplane had been in long-term storage for several years and was in the process of undergoing maintenance to bring the airplane back to a serviceable condition, which in part required the completion of several inspections, an overhaul of the landing gear, and the resolution of over 100 other unresolved discrepancies."

2020 June 12

Citation 550 Crew Experiences Double Engine Failure

The pilot-in-command declared an emergency and the crew performed a successful no-engine straight-in approach through a broken cloud deck to Runway 19 and landed safely.  Neither of the two airline transport pilots, the two medical crew, or the three passengers onboard were injured.

2020 June 8

Flight Paths Forward:  The Future Of Business And General Aviation

COVID-19 has triggered another downturn, but the industry believes the market will recover and may actually benefit in the aftermath of the pandemic.

2020 April 29

COVID-19 Restrictions by State

from the Aircraft Owners and Pilots Association (AOPA)

2020 April 16

At least 20 planes destroyed at Walterboro airport after possible tornado

2020 April 8

Palmetto Aviation Spring 2020 newsletter of the South Carolina Aviation Association

2020 April 6

America's Air Traffic Control System Is Suffering Crippling Shutdowns Due To COVID-19

2020 March 25

See wingtip-vortices with low-pass and smoke!

2020 March 18

Caution - XM weather and ADS/B weather data is at least several minutes old when you see it!

2020 January 11

A380 Program Moves Into Operational Support, Aftermarket Phase

2019 May 27

On autopilot: 'Pilots are losing their basic flying skills,' some fear after Boeing 737 Max crashes
        "We’ve been talking about this in the industry for years. Pilots are losing their basic flying skills, and there's an overreliance on automation,"

Those pilots clearly need to fly into an SCBC breakfast once in a while. Flying skills is what the Breakfast Club is all about - that, and fellowship, and seeing all the airplanes, and having an enjoyable and delicious breakfast, and getting to fly, and just plain having fun.

2018 June 23

In Memoriam - Gerald Ballard, President, South Carolina Breakfast Club, 1979-2017

Gerald Ballard was the President of the South Carolina Breakfast Club from 1979 until his final flight off into the sunset, on December 5th, 2017 - almost half of the entire time that SCBC has been in existence. He was 78 years old. The memorial service was held on December 11th, 2017. A memorial fly-in is scheduled for June 23rd, 2018, at Twin Lakes Airpark, at his hangar.

Gerald dedicated a large part of his time to making sure the Breakfast Club was always a great thing to be involved with, and each fly-in a good reason to go flying. His stories always held our interest, and they were the kind of stories that, while you hoped they were not really true, knowing Gerald, they probably were.

Don't miss the Gerald Ballard Retrospective webpage.

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