Soaring Report for August 29, 1999
Collected by Dick Ruel
SFO Report - SUNDAY 8/28/99 John Farrington
A busy day at Sterling, started off inspecting damage done to 76PS, big bad
bully of a Stearman ran over the innocent little B4. Actually the Stearman
wing went over the B4 wing, while the B4 was tied down. So now we have a
Red, White and Blue, with yellow stripes paint job. Damage does not look
major, but prudence reigned supreme, and we left it tied down until a
mechanic can look at it.
Tony ran his second Franconia ground school in as many days. If any of you
newer members missed it, don't let it stop you from going North, always
enough people up there to fill you in on what you missed. Soaring at
Franconia is an experience that should not be missed. If you are concerned
about the cost of rooming up there for a week, just get up at O:Dark
hundred, check the Weather Channel, and take the 2 1/2 hour drive. Abandon
the
wife and kids at "The Old Man of the Mountains" and scoot over the hill for
some great flying.
Found out why Dezi's sandwiches always look half as big again as anyone
else's. They are. He took Jessica, the waitress up for a ride, this his
third ride for the help down at the cafe. It would be a lot cheaper for him
to just buy an extra sandwich, but I am sure Jessica's smile, was worth
every cent invested.
Day started off blue, with a dirty haze layer. First few flights were in
severe stable air, but as Cu's started off to the north the glass fleet
launched. They were gone for the day. As all ships have to be off the field
for the Sterling Fair, we seen a lot of familiar faces as they loaded up for
the trip. We closed early as we had to start moving equipment North.
Sometime around 2:30, Charlie Ryan took the Pawnee along with Renee, in a
2-33, and Peter Stauble, in the 1-26, in tow for the first trip North. They
were followed a short while later with Jim David, towing Bob Boyd in the
other 2-33 and Shawn in the Blanik. So with no tow planes, all that was left
was to box up the B4.
We put the uninjured B4 in the box, 50-60 years of flying experience, being
led by the clubs youngest pilot, but Joey was the only one among us who had
ever put one away, and we had it done in no time.
See you up North
John Farrington
Other news.....................................
Bill Maxwell is now the club's newest private pilot! Congradulations Bill!
Enjoy!
New Pegasus owners - Jim David, Tony Verhulst, and Doug Smith
Jim, Tony and Doug bought the Pegasus 101A previously owned by Gene Burnard
and Cy Marion, and before them Gerry Bell.
All three partners got to fly the plane this weekend. All
appeared absolutly delighted! Best of luck guys, have fun!
New 1-34 on the field
Shawn Brown is now the proud owner of probably the finest example of any
SGS 1-34 around!
Shawn purchased the glider from Mike Bogen who sadly lost his life to cancer
a few months ago.
Back at Sterling, if only for a short time --------Arnd Wussing
Here goes:
After being in rainy and clammy Germany on an extended business trip for
most of August, I yearned to get back to Boston and out of the rain;
especially after hearing about the extreme drought in New England. I arrived
in town last Thursday evening and must have inadvertently packed quite a bit
of the wet stuff into my suitcase. The rainy weekend was a disappointment
for me as I had looked forward to doing some soaring (and storytelling) at
Sterling and was scheduled to depart again on Wednesday morning (which is
coincidentally now, the moment of writing this recollection and I find
myself somewhere over the Mid-West at flight level 300 in a Boeing with
almost the same glide ratio as the 2-33 mentioned later).
I had read that Dick would be towing on Monday, but at noon I went outside
and saw 5/8 high cover overhead and despaired. At 13:00 I went outside again
- the overcast had dissipated and there were Cumuli forming all over. My 30
minute bagel-break instantly transformed itself into a half day off and I
was fortunate to avoid the attentions of the State police on my trip to
Sterling. Fortunately, Dick had yet to (figuratively) throw in his airman's
goggles and scarf for the day.
The Pawnee was still on the field and I sauntered over to our ships when I
got a rather nasty surprise. Much to my dismay, both of the B-4's were GONE!
The Blanik was also absent, the ropes and assorted tiedown gear strewn
haphazardly across the grass. Even the 1-26 tiedown area was suspiciously
bare... Close to panic I checked the lower area just in case the everything
had been rearranged during my absence. No luck, all gone. The only thing
flyable in sight were the club's two 2-33s, albeit some might argue over the
definition of "flyable". After letting my eyes drift between the 2-33, my
car and cumulus clouds for an eternity (couldn't have been more than 3
seconds), I walked over to 41S and began readying it for departure. As I did
so, Tony flew by on his first flight in the Pegasus and all hesitation
disappeared - I wanted to fly.
Within a couple of minutes I had been towed to the flight line and
pre-flighted my ship while the 1-26 was being launched. I had just completed
preparations when the Pawnee taxied up; I hooked up the ship, jumped in, and
within seconds we were airborne.
I released at exactly 3000' AGL into a wonderful 5000'/Min thermal. Even
more surprising, I had that baby cored from the first turn! What a feeling
of joy and bliss that continued unabated for several turns. Then I started
thinking and began wondering how my thermalling skills could have improved
so miraculously in such a short period of time, I'd never nailed a thermal
like that before. The key word was "nailed" and an altimeter reading of
2500' coupled with no vario changes when I sped up and pulled back (what
self-respecting 2-33 would have a compensated vario?) told that there might
a small chance that I had been overly optimistic. I headed off for the
Blanik, 1-26 and B-4 thermalling a half mile off while attempting to repair
the vario. This consisted of light tapping (which rapidly progressed to
"heavy pounding") coupled with magical imprecations in several languages
that would certainly never get FCC approval. All to no avail, the vario
stubbornly insisted on telling me about the 5000'/min lift. I stole the
thermal my fellow pilots had so generously marked for me and gained a good
2000' before I headed off for the next cloud.
At least I started to. Too much flying with higher performance ships had
distorted my perception of glide slopes. I knew that the 2-33 wasn't really
a lean-mean and sleek racing machine, but I had (conveniently) forgotten
that getting from "A" to "B" in a 2-33 was quite a challenge - you point
yourself at "B" and sedately settle on a path towards "C", which is directly
below "B" but at ground level... I didn't make it to my cloud "B" but
scuttled back for the secure thermal marked for me. By the time I got back
to the original thermal location I was alone as my companions had departed
for whiter clouds. I milked what thermal was left until I got to just below
6000' ([ahem] and the cloud base was, of course, about 6500') and then
risked the lengthy journey to the distant (1 mile) next cloud. And to make
things worse, I had Tony in his Pegase "frolicking" around me the whole
time; sort of like a fly buzzing around a heap of