July 12, 2022 Fueled by Coffee

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July 12, 2022

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By Mike Ely and Linda Street-Ely

Linda: A good cuppa joe is so popular among aviators that entrepreneurs have formed small businesses based on such a pair. I’ve ordered samples from the following companies, and we’ll update with our evaluations soon. Meanwhile, here’s a peek at who’s competing for our caffeine fix (most have decaf, too). 

First up, Aviation Coffee, from Havana, Illinois. Joe Coppick is an aerial firefighter, and his lovely bride, Juliana Turchetti, is a crop duster and ferry pilot. She is Brazilian-Italian and has access to great coffee sources. Between flights, the couple roasts coffee and recently opened Aviatori Coffee House in Springfield, Illinois. They will celebrate their first year in business next month. I was happy to see several light roast options in whole bean and pre-ground. You can even put your own brand on the bags. Great idea. I ordered “Brazil Cerrado Light Roast Whole Beans.” Check out their cute love story at aviation-coffee.com. 

Next, JetFuel Coffee. Their slogan is “Coffee made with aerospace perfection.” They offer three kinds of “delicious whole bean coffee roasted fresh to order” and have a good start on catchy product names. Their medium roast is “Blend 747, Jumbo Jet,” and the dark roast is “Blend 16, Fighting Falcon.” I ordered a bag of light roast, “Blend 172, First Flight.” They ship from Orlando, Florida, and you can find them at jetfuelcoffee.co.

Threshold Coffee comes from Vancouver, British Columbia, and also opened in 2021. When they began, they declared, “V1 has been called, and there’s no turning back.” (Explanation: V1 is “decision speed,” the maximum speed at which a take-off can be rejected and the minimum speed at which a pilot can continue take-off following an engine failure. The co-pilot calls out “V1,” giving the captain critical information if there’s a problem.)

Their coffee is “sourced from routes of old,” meaning early aviation airline routes. Intriguing! They have classic medium and dark roasts, but their light roast is flavored – French Caramel – so that’s a no-go for us. I ordered the medium roast (no fancy name). Shipping was almost as much as one pound of whole beans. If we find a randomly-placed “Golden Flight Ticket” in our order, we’ll get to claim an aviation-themed prize. More important, they donate to aviation charities for children, disabled, and vets, as well as air ambulance services. Find them at thresholdcoffee.co. 

Finally, Lost Aviator Coffee Company, in Guelph, Ontario, Canada, founded in 2020 by two airline pilots. They also have a vintage aviation-themed coffee bar in Guelph, about 26 nautical miles west-southwest of Toronto. With a DC-3 on the homepage, theirs is my favorite website of the four, and they have the best coffee names. This is where I ordered the most. All whole beans. I can’t wait for delivery of their light roast, “Aurora,” their medium roast, “Constellation,” “Destinations,” a Kenya single-origin medium roast, and “Prohibition Roast,” a small batch, Brazilian dark roast aged in a Canadian whisky barrel. For this kind of excitement, go to lostaviatorcoffee.com. 

Have a brew-tiful day!

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July 5, 2022 Meeting Your Room at the Airport

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July 5, 2022

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By Mike Ely and Linda Street-Ely

Imagine flying yourself on a lovely journey from here to Alaska. You check the weather, file a flight plan, pre-flight the airplane, hop in, and take off. Of course, you have your passport, radio license (necessary for international flight), and the little sticker on your airplane with a “22” for the current year, which you received when you submitted the application and payment for flying outside the U.S. And, you will have already made all of your overnight accommodations along the way, because if you’re not airlining, it will probably take you more than a day to get there from here. You’ve already checked ahead for the best places to stop for fuel and submitted your border crossing papers because you will want to fly over Canadian airspace (since we’re imagining, let’s imagine a better person than Trudeau is leading Canada, and that you will actually enjoy this part). The other option, over 500 miles over icy water along the coast of British Columbia, is a gamble because the weather closes in quickly, and it happens fairly often. So, for a less stressful flight, you plan on entering Canada. 

And now, here you are, launching into the wild blue yonder, looking forward to the flight and the destination. Denali State Park, perhaps a nautical excursion such as whale-watching or glacier-viewing. Puffins. Don’t forget to see Puffins. If you eat salmon, be sure to book one of the boat rides that serves a fresh catch. 

But have you considered how you will get around once you’ve landed? If you’re not going to hop around by air and just catching a ride to your room for the night, you could choose a rental car or an RV. And that’s where this group comes in, fly2rv.com. Jim Schivley, a pilot from Florida, got to thinking about this business idea when a trip he planned all went well, except for the pick-up and return of the RV he rented. That part didn’t go well at all. Find a need. Fill it. 

Thanks to Jim, you can fly to Alaska (or somewhere else) and have an RV waiting for you on the ramp, someone to help you unload your airplane and load it all in the RV and send you happily on your way. You could drive off into the midnight sun in a Voyager 32-foot “Bunkhouse,” which sleeps eight, for only $235 a night. With that, you could mosey on up to North Pole, Nome, or Fairbanks, where there’s a great ice museum. 

Lest you think this is only for those with personal wings, we should add that this service is also available to anyone flying commercially. They serve over 40 locations now, and the list is growing. Maybe you want to visit beautiful Idaho Falls. You’d have plenty of RVs to choose from, some for under $200 a night. When your commercial flight lands, you go straight to your waiting RV. And who knows, you might run into long-time, avid RV’ers, Justice Clarence Thomas and his wife. 

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June 28, 2022 Get Your Kicks

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June 28, 2022

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By Mike Ely and Linda Street-Ely

We got our kicks, alright, and we did so over an extended weekend, because it only took about half the time to fly to Amarillo as it takes to drive. Plus, our flight wasn’t cancelled. Had there been a hurricane here or severe weather up there, we would have had to reschedule our plans, but being at the mercy of weather is less maddening than being at the mercy of airlines these days. 

With several choices for private aircraft to fly into Amarillo, we chose the big airport, Rick Husband Amarillo International Airport, because it’s the easiest place to get a rental car delivered. The city honors its native son Rick Husband, the commander of the space shuttle Columbia. Four different runway orientations provide enough options, and with 13,000 feet of runway, even a Cessna 172 can ride those high winds on down. Bell Helicopter has a significant presence at the airport because this is where they built the V-22 Osprey, an amazing tilt-rotor aircraft that has capabilities of both helicopter and fixed-wing aircraft.

In 1929, Amarillo was a stop along the first continuous, scheduled air passenger and mail service from the Atlantic to the Pacific. And within a year, the city of Amarillo had full-fledged air mail.

Other things for which the city is known, such as Route 66, and “gardens” of Cadillacs and combines, are unique, but for our weekend get-away, we prioritized hiking in Palo Duro Canyon and visiting the Amarillo Botanical Gardens. While we did spend a little time on Route 66, the most touristy part is lined with junk shops and kitschy things. What we found more interesting was the architecture. Not only of the buildings along the famous highway, but throughout Amarillo. Surprisingly, we were unable to find any architectural tours, as we have found in many other cities around the world. Here’s our pro tip for the folks there: start offering architectural tours. You have so much to share. 

From the time we left TAC Air, the FBO where we parked the Elyminator, we were noticing horse statues in front of business establishments all around town. Each horse was painted in a unique (usually branded) scheme, similar to the Liberty bells here. The horses make a good theme for the community and tourism since the American Quarter Horse Association’s headquarters has been there since 1948. However, horses are not the main draw for us. The second largest canyon in the country, on the other hand, offers spectacular scenery and the health benefits of fresh air and exercise. Similarly, we were snapping lots of pictures as we walked through the botanical gardens. Live entertainment is also staged at both of these attractions. Various singers and musical groups play at the gardens, and the Texas Outdoor Musical is a popular show at the Palo Duro Canyon State Park.

We haven’t yet set foot in the Texas Air & Space Museum, but we’ll do that and visit Sharpened Iron Studios and more on future trips. 

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June 21, 2022 Aeropods

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June 21, 2022

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By Mike Ely and Linda Street-Ely

A couple of years ago, seven months into “two weeks to flatten the curve,” we explored inventive ways to repurpose aircraft. It was our way of contributing to some DYI projects you could try with all that idle time we all had when commies shut down the world. 

We started our look on the bright side with Dr. Cody Abshier’s Twin Beech, repurposed for “Tool School,” and ventured out to the Brit Steve Jones, who converted an engine nacelle into a camper, South Koreans, who turned a Boeing 747 into a restaurant, much like New Zealanders, who spruced up a C-47 for restaurant use, and the 1939 Boeing 307 Stratoliner that became a yacht named “Cosmic Muffin.” 

While most aircraft are cut up and the parts recycled for use in other industries, such as window frames and beverage cans, there are exceptions. Last year, a couple of brilliant Irishmen were also thinking about all the ways in which old airplanes could be reused, and out of their brainstorms popped Aeropod, a company that converts sections of jet airliners into work or living spaces and customizes them to their clients’ specifications. 

Kevin Regan and Shane Thornton have had careers in water leak detection and remediation, so they took their engineering and design skills and snagged a section of fuselage from a retired Airbus A320 at Cardiff Airport in neighboring Wales and built their first aeropod.

The fuselages are almost 13 feet wide, and they cut them into three different length options. You can choose to have five windows on each side (so, space equivalent to five rows of seats), which gets you a cool little building 9.35 feet long, or the medium size, which gets you eight windows per side for a 14.96 foot-long space, all the way up to the order of jumbo fries, ten windows on each side, giving you 18.7 feet of depth for your office, home extension, garden, or whatever whirs your jets. 

Your unique Aeropod is only limited by your imagination. One of these would definitely make a cool working environment. But what about a kids’ play space, a guest room, or a place to keep bikes and outdoor toys? You could have them make one into a small bar, coffee shop, or bookstore. You can choose your colors and paint schemes, or, consider a vinyl wrap for the exterior instead of paint. 

Kevin and Shane thought ahead, so if you might want to make it portable, that’s also possible, as they build in a lifting system so you can take it wherever you want. 

They call it “bespoke,” and offer these pods fully insulated, wired with USB sockets, LED lights, and large glass fronts for amazing panoramic viewing. 

Dr. Abshier could probably do the same thing with that twin Beech, but he since he has the whole air frame, he can create an even more awesome pod. Check out the Irish guys at aeropods.ie, and check out the local twin Beech along North San Jacinto. 

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June 14, 2022 Inheritance

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June 14, 2022

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By Mike Ely and Linda Street-Ely

Almeda Haldeman had a strong moral compass and a lot of grit. She was a survivor. Literally. Born prematurely in 1877, she incubated in an oven for the first few months of her life in the cold Minnesota springtime. While her father didn’t believe women should be educated, her husband’s diabetes sent her in search of a cure. Help came from a chiropractor, and her love for her husband drove her to learn how to adjust him at home. When the couple moved to Saskatchewan, Almeda became Canada’s first chiropractor. 

She passed down those genes of intelligence and determination to her children, one of which was Joshua, who also became a chiropractor and was active in local politics. At the age of 45, Joshua realized how much time he would save if he learned to fly, so he earned his private pilot certificate and bought a Bellanca and a Luscombe.

Learning to fly has a way of changing lives. Joshua, also an amateur archaeologist, became fascinated with the legend of the lost city of the Kalahari Desert in the south of Africa. Explorers had been searching for it since 1885, when William Hunt, a Canadian acrobat and showman who went by the moniker “the Great Farini,” said he had found ruins in the desert of a dead civilization. He published a report in which he described the rock formations as, “a half-buried ruin, a huge wreck of stones.”

In a matter of months, Joshua, and his wife, Wyn, decided to leave Canada to find adventure, and hopefully, a city. He continued his medical practice and flew his airplane around Europe, Asia, and Australia for conferences and lectures. But he and Wyn enjoyed somewhat of a celebrity status for their many hours of flying, looking for the lost city. Their first of twelve such expeditions, in 1953, covered 8,400 miles, flying only 200 feet off the ground over the uncharted desert. The next year, they flew over 30,000 miles, traveling for his profession and in search of the ruins.

While Joshua and Wyn never found the lost city, they did pass along the genetics for the spirit of adventure. They had a few children, who often flew with them, including a set of twin girls, Maye and Kaye. Maye enjoyed a 50-year career as a model and entrepreneur, and while she grew up accustomed to being in the public eye and flying high, we bet she hadn’t imagined life as the mother of that fascinating character, Elon Musk.

Elon has inherited the love of adventure, strong convictions, and grit. When he nearly lost a bout with malaria years ago, he decided life was too precarious to keep flying his Czech jet trainer, an L-39 “Albatross,” in aerobatic maneuvers. He loved the airplane and the fun he had in it, but he had children to raise and businesses to run.

Today, from the back of his Gulfstream G650, he works on making the world a better place, while professional pilots take him to his next adventure. 

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June 7, 2022 Sweet Spontaneity

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June 7, 2022

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By Mike Ely and Linda Street-Ely

Linda: I thought I’d work on some books over the Memorial Day weekend. Writing, that is. I don’t get nearly enough time for leisure reading. Actually, we both need to catch up on several projects. But I bet it wasn’t a minute after saying the long weekend would be devoted to writing, that I had a sudden change of heart. We were overdue for another junket to feed our inner gypsy, and we hadn’t seen my mom and sister since last year. There was just enough time for a quick visit. 

We didn’t get off the ground until around noon on Saturday, but we arrived in Indy in time for dinner. We made just one stop, and that was in Kennett, Missouri. It’s a favorite stop for lots of folks crossing the country, as it’s so well situated and offers most everything you could need. Fuel is always available, and there’s a courtesy car if you want to go into town and get a bite to eat. The terminal is clean, cool, and comfortable. It has a good-sized kitchen, flight planning room with computer, Wi-Fi, and lots of oversized comfy chairs. There weren’t any storms on our route this time, so we checked to see what altitudes were likely to have the best tailwinds. 

While pumping fuel, a couple of locals who had landed ahead of us came over to chat. They asked if we were going to the race. It was kind of funny that I’d be going back on Race Day but not going to the race. That world-famous event was the whole reason I was born and raised there – Dad’s job. But I haven’t been to an Indy 500 in decades now. 

Mom was excited about our impromptu visit. She was waiting for us at a picnic table under a shady canopy at the small country airport west of Indianapolis. My sister helped us unload our stuff from the airplane, and we were on our way to our final destination. 

On Sunday, we timed it so that about the time the race should be over, we’d be at Rick’s Boatyard, the uber-popular restaurant next to Eagle Creek Airport. We got great seats on the patio, overlooking sailboats moored to the docks and facing the runway for a perfect profile view of every take-off. 

I cherish the hours of laughter and great conversation with my family. Too soon, we had to return. On Memorial Day, we faced strong headwinds. They would slow us down enough that I thought two fuel stops would be wise. We flew low to avoid as much wind as we could. Which gave us more turbulence and was a lot warmer. 

Southeast of Little Rock, our onboard traffic alert went off. The target wasn’t hard to find. Flagship-Detroit Foundation’s DC-3, dressed in classic 1930s American Airlines colors, lumbered over us eastbound, headed home to Shelbyville, Tennessee.  

Settling the airplane back in the nest before sunset, we hurried home to two happy dogs, thankful for the gift of spontaneous flying adventures.

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May 31, 2022 Avoiding a Costly Nose Job

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May 31, 2022

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By Mike Ely and Linda Street-Ely

Linda: It was a travel day for Dr. Kevin Klauer, CEO of the American Osteopathic Association. I don’t know where he was headed, but it doesn’t matter. He was waiting to board his flight at O’Hare Airport in Chicago. As travelers often are, he was drawn to the activity on the ramp on the other side of enormously grand picture windows.

Meanwhile, ramp workers went about their business directing airplanes to their gates or readying them for departure. Some were tootling around in golf carts modified with coolers on the back, bringing drinks and sandwiches to loaders, who would deposit the amenities in the galley for flight attendants to hand out above 10,000 feet. It was a busy day, as usual. 

Then, in front of an audience of hundreds, someone hopped off his golf cart momentarily. The approximate value of the customized cart was somewhere between $4,500 and $10,000. You’ll see why that matters momentarily. 

Dr. Klauer was quick on the draw to capture the drama on his phone as it unfolded, or, shall we say, unwound. The driverless cart had become stuck in reverse, the motor was running, and the steering was engaged. In a matter of seconds, it was spinning wildly out of control. Ramp workers gathered ‘round but kept a distance. The situation was too dangerous for anyone to try to grab the cart to stop it. With each counter-clockwise rotation, the cart filled with soda, beer, wine, Biscoff cookies, and Pringles came perilously closer to an American Airlines Embraer 145 regional jet parked at one of the gates. Possibly, the airplane Dr. Klauer was about to board.

The growing crowd of passengers witnessing the brewing catastrophe surmised that on the next full turn, there would be impact. The weight and velocity of the runaway vehicle threatened to take out the airliner’s nosewheel, putting the airplane out of service until it was repaired.  

Back when the Embraer 145 was in production, you could expect to spend around $13-$15 million for a new one. About half the cost of a Gulfstream. These days, you can probably find a deal on a pre-owned EMB145 for about $8 million. I don’t know what a nose gear assembly might have cost, but that would not have been the sum total. The cost of finding another aircraft, juggling gates, and moving passengers would have been added. 

Fortunately, those enormous bills were thwarted when one brave tug operator jumped on his tug and rammed the errant snack cart, spilling its contents all over the ramp. Even though the hero couldn’t have heard them through the thick glass, the crowd in the waiting area applauded and cheered. 

The cart was trashed, drink cans burst, and none of the perishables could be served, but the airplane was unscathed. The loss was minimal compared to what it would have been had no one intervened.

Bravo to the tug driver. You can see the video posted by Dr. Klauer, a/k/a @Emergidoc, on Twitter, where it went viral.

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May 24, 2022 Airpark Life

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May 24, 2022

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By Mike Ely and Linda Street-Ely

When Kimberly Ewing left home in Connecticut to start college in South Carolina, she didn’t have a plan. “I had a boyfriend,” she laughs, “but no plan.”

Fortunately, Aunt Jayne (Ewing) also lived in South Carolina and invited her to spend the summer with her at her glider operation. “She said I could learn the operation. She’d get me to solo in a glider and see if that might give me some direction.” 

Kimberly earned her private pilot certificate in gliders, then added powered aircraft. “Aunt Jayne asked me what I was going to do with it. I wasn’t sure.”

That’s when Aunt Jayne explained the vast horizon. She could be an airline pilot. “I had no idea I could do that,” Kimberly admits. 

Aunt Jayne suggested they visit Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University together, and it was there, in Daytona Beach, when Kimberly understood what her aunt had been saying. Finally, she had a plan. “Flying for fun had been great, but I didn’t realize I could get paid for it. I transferred to Riddle and hit the ground running.” Not only that, but she met the dashing Nick Gill, a fellow student, and together, they would build their plan.

Kimberly began flight instructing, then she was hired by a regional air carrier. Nick went the route of corporate aviation. The couple settled in the Atlanta area, and Kimberly commuted to work. 

One day, Nick heard about a fly-in not far from their home. Kimberly wouldn’t be back from her trip in time to join in the fun, so Nick borrowed her 1965 Aeronca Champ, which they kept in a hangar about an hour from their apartment, and hopped over to the private grass strip to check it out. There, at Mallard’s Landing, Nick made many new friends. He couldn’t wait to show Kimberly. 

“We didn’t know there was such a thing, flying communities. We fell in love with the place and the people. When our realtor told us about a house at Mallard’s Landing coming on the market, we jumped on it.”

Kimberly and Nick with their de Havilland Beaver

Within a few years, Kimberly joined Delta, Nick was hired by NetJets, and their fleet was growing, adding a de Havilland Beaver and two project planes – an Extra 300S and a Schweizer 1-26 glider – because Nick is also an aircraft mechanic. 

Kimberly says airpark life suits them well. “I get home from work and think, what a nice day, I think I’ll take the Champ out. I taxi out, and there’s my neighbor Jeanel, also a Delta pilot. She’s on her deck with her dogs, and I wave as I taxi by. Then I see our friend Mike in his Stinson, and there’s Leigh in his Cessna 195. This community is unlike anything I have ever experienced. Sitting on the deck watching airplanes with a coffee is like, is this real? It’s been ten years, and it’s still like that. We are incredibly fortunate. I will never take flying or living here for granted. Airplanes are cool.”

So is Aunt Jayne.

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May 17, 2022 When Pigs Fly

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May 17, 2022

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By Mike Ely and Linda Street-Ely

Mike: She stood by the dusty dirt road, her tail wagging at every car that went by. I noticed her as I took the back way to the soaring club in Waller. I figured she belonged to a rancher nearby. After I made my flights at the club, I retraced my route to see if she was still there.

As I approached the place where I’d seen her, a floppy-eared head popped up from the grass. I slowed, and this pup trotted over to my car, tail still wagging, as if expecting me. When I stepped out, she dropped and rolled around at my feet. She had some Pit in her, but I couldn’t figure out what else. 

A couple in a truck stopped. “Do you know her?” I asked. “No, never seen that dog before. She might belong at that house a half-mile up the road.” I opened my door, and she climbed in with her short legs and made herself at home in my front passenger seat. I knocked on doors. Each person said she wasn’t theirs. It was Saturday afternoon, and no animal shelters were answering, so temporarily, she came home with me.

We’d lost our beautiful Hilda (Linda’s canine soulmate), a 100-pound German Shepherd, just six weeks prior. Twelve days later, we lost our sweet Abby, a flat-coat Retriever. We had decided no more pets – “when pigs fly,” as they say. We needed to find this dog’s owner.

We had a local vet check her and discovered she was microchipped. From that information we contacted the tracking company who attempted to contact the owner. No response. We prodded. Finally, they made contact. The owner said she would call us. No calls. 

We talked with the Houston SPCA who adopted her out to this owner just two months prior. To dump her where I found her, that owner had to drive over 30 miles through three towns and across two highways. Why? The SPCA has a no-questions-asked return policy. Our only answer is she tested positive for heartworms and hookworms. We started treatment. 

The SPCA had originally taken her in after someone found her with a bullet in her leg. They had named her Iggy, and she answered to it. She was barely eight months old when I found her, and now, she’s 48 pounds of muscular Corgi-Pit. 

We’ve tried to find her a forever home but figured as long as she’s with us, we might as well see if she likes to fly. Our other dogs didn’t like flying, and Hilda, though she loved car rides, was too large and frail to lift into the plane.

IggyPiggy, as we now call her, donned a harness and settled in the back seat. With the prop spinning, we left the canopy open until take-off for maximum mutt enjoyment. She curiously peered out the windows. The wind made it bumpy that day, so we made it a short flight. Here’s hoping IggyPiggy will fly again.

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May 10, 2022 Give Him a Hand!

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May 10, 2022

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By Mike Ely and Linda Street-Ely

We had a good dose of relaxation and fun at our favorite fly-in, the semi-annual “Critters Lodge – An Aviation Preserve,” in Centerville, Texas. A little warmer than we like for tent camping, the low was about 65 on Friday night, and maybe 60 or so Saturday night after a good thunderstorm blew through. 

Wendall and Beverly (and a handful of friends who volunteer to work until their heal spurs kick up) make everyone feel welcome at their home grass strip, serving meals Friday through Sunday with no expectations – nothing but a donation jar. 

A couple of regulars, Don Lymbery and his wife, Ginger, hopped over from Lufkin. Seated at one of several cafeteria tables in the palatial hangar with a commercial kitchen (and room left over for a Beechcraft Baron), Ginger ratted Don out about a recent poker run when she nodded toward him and said, “Mr. Can’t-Miss-The-Fun over here.” 

“I got an email about a poker run someone was organizing a couple of weeks ago,” Don explained with a grin. “I’m always up for a fun flight, so I hopped in my RV-6A and went to the first stop, Cherokee County, Jacksonville. I picked up one of the sealed envelopes from the stack and climbed back in the plane to the next stop, Gladewater. I didn’t see anyone else, but it was kind of windy that day.” 

How windy? 18-24 knots, with 30-knot gusts. 

Let’s analyze this. If the wind is blowing at 20 knots from the north, and the runway you want to land on runs east-west, you’re going to deal with a crosswind trying to blow you off the runway. Of course, a smart pilot will know her or his own personal limitations as well as the limitations of the aircraft. You handle the airplane and fly it on down, maybe at a crabbed angle, but you get it on the runway and make it look effortless. 

Don left his home strip, Acorn Acres Ranch, and flew to five airports to collect one card at each: Jacksonville-Gladewater-Mineola-Palestine-Aero Estates, and then back to Acorn Acres Ranch.

“Gladewater and Aero Estates were the most challenging, with 24-30 knot crosswinds. Flying the leg from Mineola to Palestine took the longest because it was straight into the wind. At 7,500 feet (to get over the clouds), the headwind was 40 to 50 knots on that leg.”

Landing for the fifth card in the hand, Don was surprised to see people, since he hadn’t seen any at the other airports. It turns out, Don admits, that he missed the email that canceled the poker run the night before–due to winds. “Everyone was shocked to see me fight the winds at Aero Estates. They were there for their monthly ‘End of the Runway’ gumbo lunch. After a good laugh, they guaranteed me the first poker hand at the next poker run (the cards were in sealed envelopes, so I never saw my hand). I can’t wait. Man, I love to fly!”

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