Back at Brown
What a day... :)
I started learning how to dance down a runway. A very intuitive enterprise and very dangerously grin-inducing.
The wind was steady around 10 knots within 20 degrees of centerline, so I had it easy. A little air work over Imperial Beach, then 6 landings at Brown, just a mile north of Tijuana.
My instructor is a retired Tracker jockey (who was flying this very "Airknocker" 40 years ago) who asked me a few very precisely-aimed questions throughout and signed me off on my BFR after 1.5 flight hours.
Next weekend we begin the actual taildragger training...
Up at Gillespie, where "like it or not, you will have to deal with crosswinds", as my instructor puts it.
Anyway, here she is again: she was cranky this afternoon- I thought Bob was going to keel over after about the 50th attempted hand-propping! ("Switch on; brakes set...")
But once she starts and the oil pressure comes up, all 65 horses report for heroic duty. Climbs well if you nose her down early and let her speed up. Asks for rudder in a very vague sort of way, so by the time your foot moves, it's too late, and too much.
Power-off stall: almost a non-event. I did one of them badly; got left and right hands mixed up, but... easy.
Power-on stall: shivers like a wet dog first. No mistaking that buffet. Did it once climbing crosswind, but of course the buffet got me to pitch again for speed without looking at the panel.
Landings: let's see... easy, as I said already, but... different.
Surreal. Were a trike to behave this way, it would mean you were headed for the weeds, probably on your back. In a Champ, this is normal. This plane takes your role as PIC very seriously. 
I did OK, overall... everything from dropping it in from 10 feet because of the scale illusion (dumbass!) to doing my first wheel landing so well that Bob moaned "now you're tryin' to make me look bad..."

At any rate, I made my points and she made hers. I have not tamed the taildragger yet, but I got in the cage and got a feel of the whip in my hand, and she did not kill me.
I think she's pretty.
A better look this time at the panel: No, I did not look at the G-meter, so I don't know if it works.
This machine has no transponder at all. Thanks to its original certificate and its age (60 years!!), it is exempt.
Afterwards, I caught this blue-collar pilot dropping a banner.

I started learning how to dance down a runway. A very intuitive enterprise and very dangerously grin-inducing.

The wind was steady around 10 knots within 20 degrees of centerline, so I had it easy. A little air work over Imperial Beach, then 6 landings at Brown, just a mile north of Tijuana.
My instructor is a retired Tracker jockey (who was flying this very "Airknocker" 40 years ago) who asked me a few very precisely-aimed questions throughout and signed me off on my BFR after 1.5 flight hours.
Next weekend we begin the actual taildragger training...

Up at Gillespie, where "like it or not, you will have to deal with crosswinds", as my instructor puts it.

Anyway, here she is again: she was cranky this afternoon- I thought Bob was going to keel over after about the 50th attempted hand-propping! ("Switch on; brakes set...")
But once she starts and the oil pressure comes up, all 65 horses report for heroic duty. Climbs well if you nose her down early and let her speed up. Asks for rudder in a very vague sort of way, so by the time your foot moves, it's too late, and too much.

Power-off stall: almost a non-event. I did one of them badly; got left and right hands mixed up, but... easy.
Power-on stall: shivers like a wet dog first. No mistaking that buffet. Did it once climbing crosswind, but of course the buffet got me to pitch again for speed without looking at the panel.
Landings: let's see... easy, as I said already, but... different.
Surreal. Were a trike to behave this way, it would mean you were headed for the weeds, probably on your back. In a Champ, this is normal. This plane takes your role as PIC very seriously. 
I did OK, overall... everything from dropping it in from 10 feet because of the scale illusion (dumbass!) to doing my first wheel landing so well that Bob moaned "now you're tryin' to make me look bad..."

At any rate, I made my points and she made hers. I have not tamed the taildragger yet, but I got in the cage and got a feel of the whip in my hand, and she did not kill me.

I think she's pretty.

A better look this time at the panel: No, I did not look at the G-meter, so I don't know if it works.
This machine has no transponder at all. Thanks to its original certificate and its age (60 years!!), it is exempt.
Afterwards, I caught this blue-collar pilot dropping a banner.
