#334 Simms

Foggy day with Low Cloud Base

This was a weird one, I woke before the alarm which I fully intended to switch off and ignore. When I went downstairs and opened the garage door I was surprised to see that we were completely socked in. The cloud base was very low. It hadn't rained and the grass was barely damp. I wasn't sure where I wanted to go but I loaded up and drove down to the gas station for coffee and a sip of gas for the buggy. 30 minutes later I was at Simms driving in circles tying to find the place where the weeds were low enough to launch.

There were banks of fog in the area south of Red Rocks. I was wishing there was another pilot with me but the air seemed so still I had to go up and see what it was like. The launch was normal and for the first 30 minutes it was glass off. I went to 700 feet and started to lose site of the surface so I stayed there and kept a good eye on the ground. A couple of times the base lifted and them came back down...or maybe it was me but I was seeing the Denver skyline come in and out of the fog. The last 10 minutes the air started getting bumpy so I landed. As soon as I was down, I regretted it, There was a slight West breeze and with the thick overcast, I'm betting I could have flown past 10. But...It didn't feel right flying in soup without back-up so i packed up and headed over to Chatfield. I spotted a couple of balloons through the fog and drove over to the port to see if I knew anyone. A couple of them had landed out so I drove over and assisted them in getting deflated.
Later I stopped at the old Titan LZ and was surprised to see that it had not been visited and seem to be dormant. I think the Rush Soccer Club has postponed the development which means that we will probably be able to fly out of the old field without anyone complaining. I'm going to go for it, even if it's only once.

#333 Snowflake

Snowflake LZ
When I first arrive it was magic. Absolutely calm and the sun was just beginning to turn the eastern horizon pale orange. Mike and Craig arrived at 6:30 and we threaded our way around the buildings to the ultra lite area. There is a wide North South runway and a very narrow East West, that was made narrower by some recent grading.

No Worries...I kicked the worst of the clods out of the way and took off easily. It's a little like flying down at the Springs. Very flat and not a lot of scenery. But i have to say... "that's all right by me", just getting up is good and the lack of elevation changes makes for smoother air. When I took off there was a light breeze from the West, after flying 50 minutes it had picked up considerably and the air was downright ratty. I don't know what was causing the bumps...it was too early for thermals...we were way too far from the Rockies for them to cause a problem, but whatever it was, all three of us decided it was no fun anymore. That didn't stop Mike from going up for a second flight :0 (No sweat...it didn't seem dangerous...just bumpy.)



There is allot of air traffic in the area. At 3000+ are the big boys, I think they are coming out of centennial or possibly the air force base. Mike credits them for stirring up the air..I don't know but they are right over us. There is also another ultra lite park around here. I saw a delta and a fixed wing ultra and on the way out there was a biplane tooling around. If I understand the rules, we have to stay below 700 feet to the West and South but can climb high to the East and possibly the North.



Snowflake has a couple of things that will bring me back, there is an old Titan Missile silo 5 miles east that I'm looking forward to exploring and it's a pleasure to have a nice smooth runway.

#332 Simms

Beautiful sunset flight with Craig and Marek.

Smooth and warm!

Last night I remounted the Tac it's easy to read but it's not reading correctly. I'll try again with a smaller gauge wire and if that does not work I'll try finding a position that has a shorter run.

The take off was slow with lots of sink around the field. Tomorrow it's off to snowflake.

Don't buy a CT 4 stroke !

This year at the Salton Sea Fly-in I traded in my beautiful little FB Simonini Trike Buggy Classic for a hybrid CT Thumper Briggs & Stratton 4 Stroke on a Trike Buggy Deluxe. I've done some bone headed things before but this one is the worst.

I should have known this wasn't going to work that first day on the Salton Sea. On the maiden flight I parablended my favorite cap right there in front of everybody. The 4 stroke was so quiet I didn't think to put on my helmet and ear protection. Imagine....A machine so quiet you don't notice your not wearing ear protection... until your cap goes through the prop. That's a dangerous machine! Yea, I did go to idle the other day to use the cell phone... but so what?

Every day I find another flaw in this crappy machine. I used to love driving out to Centennial Airport for AV Gas. They let me drive onto the tarmac with the GA guys so I could fill my two 5 gallon gas jugs. I'd drive to the back of the line and wait my turn. Sometimes it took awhile to fill those big birds and when I got done reading the latest issue of Ultraflight I'd get allot of good thinking done sitting in the truck. Now, I don't even need the jugs, I just stop at the gas station on the way to the field and fill the buggy right there in the truck. Where is the romance in that? And that reminds me of another thing. What am I going to do with those cases of TTS in my garage?
And speaking of the garage....my "Man Cave"... I haven't had a good night working on the machine in months. Yeah sure, I can re-rig the footsteering or mount a strobe but mostly I just sit there and gaze at the machine. No changing tension springs on the exhaust or rebuilding the carb. Heck, I'm having a hard time finding a place that needs a little safety wire. It just isn't the same I come in after 3 hours in the garage and I don't even need to wash my hands. It just sucks!
And the flying is different too. Gone is that element of uncertainty, I sit down, buckle the seat belt and turn the key. There is no sense of accomplishment in that. No fooling with the carb or pulling on the starter till I'm bathed in sweat. The other day I flew 15 miles from the LZ and didn't think once about what a drag it would be if I had to land out. Sure, I still keep an eye out for emergency landing sites but it's really just an exercise anymore. I can still remember the thrill of an engine out, what a rush!

So take my advice, if you love the lifestyle, don't by a 4 stroke.

#331 Simms

Pilot Down ! ?

I launched into light Westerly breeze just as the sun was coming up. The lift was amazing, 150 to 250 ft/min climb everywhere I went. I was thinking I shouldn't have ordered the Power Fins, but no...if they can give me a 25% increase in thrust, it's going to be well worth it. Conditions like this morning are few and far between.

About 20 minutes into the flight I noticed a pick-up truck pulling up next to mine and since I didn't see a motor I assumed that it was an observer. I stayed around to keep an eye on the guy and eventually he started laying out a wing so I came in to say hi. It turned out to be Greg who had flown with the gang a few times before moving to Arizona. I remember that we had hooked-up at the Flying Circus and stood under a tent in the rain and chatted for quiet awhile. Anyway Greg has moved back to Colorado and saw my post about flying this morning, so he came out to join me. We talked for a bit and watch the wind go nil and then switch from the West to East by North East. I had already set up the wing and buggy, heading into the west, I figured that it was less than a knot and I would be able to do a down wind launch... but it didn't work this time. The wing came up crooked and I never was able to get it pressurized enough to get control. Since it was pretty close to my time limit I started to pack-up and before leaving I helped Greg get into the air. He did a couple of laps and took of to the North West. Twenty minutes later, no Greg...thirty minutes later, no Greg. I waited a while longer and drove Morrison Road trying to spot him. When that didn't work I stopped at the Bear Creek Park entrance and asked it they had a paraglider down in the park. No Joy... By now I was certain that Greg had gone down and was walking out through hip deep weeds. After leaving the park I continued around in a big circle and returned to the field, I saw his truck, but no Greg.

Tracy had come out and was getting ready to fly his RC Copter and while we chatted I caught a glimpse of Greg flying low in the depression to the South West. Now that I knew he had not been forced down I felt free to leave and did so.

...But that is not the end of the story. I spoke with Greg later in the day and after we saw him he circumnavigated Bear Creek and worked his was East of the Prison. Somewhere by the prison Greg's motor died ( maybe he ran out of gas because he had been up for well over two hours by then ) and he was forced down in Federal Property. He was greeted by some agents and escorted off the property. In situations where the field is bumpy or overgrown with weeds, I lay out my

loading ramps to give me a few feet of smooth surface to build some inertia.

#329 & #330 Simms

Three Flight Day!

Light breeze from the NE...very unusual. The air was pretty good except directly south of the High School where it was bumpy. Might be the air is picking up something over all that concrete and brick. There was lots of lift everywhere I went. Over the Golf Course and Damn I encountered flat air but I never seemed to get any sink.

For awhile I practiced diving the glider by slowing down the wing with some brake and letting it surge ahead. It will be interesting to see how far I dropped on each mini dive. Next time I'll try it a little lower so I can gauge the amount of drop by eye, from 1000 feet I could see the nose wheel drop and could feel the decent in my gut but the GPS just isn't fast enough to read in real time. The dive doesn't last long and if I power up I'll swing ahead in a steep climb which I could turn into an even steeper dive by cutting power at the top. Next time...

The landings keep getting better, it was almost like the Eden during final flare, I was able to control the float longer than I ever have with this wing. It's all about getting the brake line past the point of maximum pressure. It might be a leverage point where it feels easier but the pressure is the same, whatever it is...I feel it bump into "Float" and then it's fine movements that control the sink and lift. Done right I should be able to do the "low and slow" for a long long way.Chad talks about bringing the hands all the way under the buggy but unless I want to collapse the wing I don't think it's helpful. The question is how much brake will stall the wing in normal flight with power and without. Tomorrow I'll try it with the trimmers open.

#328 Simms

The low pressure is gone and we are enjoying a couple of days of "High Pressure System" Bliss. At 6:00am the wind was too high to fly but it came down nicely while I set up. Simms has dried out and there are patches where the grass/weeds are low enough to launch the trike.

The launch was allot like last night, I got up to speed and used a little brake to get me out of the weeds. Of course, when I do this I'm going to float at 5 feet for awhile before I start climbing. This time was no different except that I felt an obvious pull to the left. When I looked up there was a fairly large tumble weed caught in the lines, up high, near the left tip. I have no idea where it came from. I'd policed the area and relocated several large twigs during set up but somehow it found it's way into my flight. I couldn't tell for sure but it looked like it was distorting the lines and possibly drawing a few together. I noticed a slight pucker in the airfoil and that was enough to convince me to abort the flight.

The air was moderately bumpy, but I still took two laps before landing. The landings are getting better. I just have to really muscle the brake during the final flare.

#327 Simms

T-Shirt weather!

The low pressure has passed and we are in for 2 or 3 days of dry high pressure weather. Olivia and I headed out at 6:30pm. Perfect conditions ...warm, light breeze, not a cloud in the sky.

Marek arrived just after us and was ready to fly in 2 minutes. Unfortunately he hooked a line on a camera mount and it went into his prop, breaking the line. I launched a few minutes later and had a great flight. The air was butter smooth, I went to 500 feet and did gentle wing overs until the sun went behind the mountain and then I climbed another 500 feet to meet the sun. At 1500 feet AGL I said goodbye to the sun for the last time I turned on the strobes and spent the rest of the flight in a very slow decent watching football practice at the high school and Olivia goofing around the truck.

Funny..It's almost the end of August and this was my first evening flight of the season. The days are changing and I think afternoons are going to take over the dawn during the next couple of weeks.

Today I put Slime in all three tires. Wednsday morning's flight was good but the hogs head thorns are all over Dick's. If it doesn't work I'll have Spadels do me a set of Poly tubes.

#326 Dick's

Good day. 53 degrees ...Winds from the south at 4mph. Got the wheels repaired and just wanted to catch some air. light winds at surface much stronger above. I did not attempt the Stapleton Tower because of the huge amount of people on the highway and around the area. I think it's going to have to be a Sunday morning thing or not at all.

No fly day

There have been a few "No Fly Days" lately.

Last Wednesday at Simms when we stood around and watched the grass blow and today when I discovered that two of the trike tires were flat. I picked up some new tubes and after much cussing and found that bicycle tire irons were not going to work getting the tires mounted. So... I stopped at the local tire shop and they were more than happy to do it for 6 bucks a wheel. The tech over inflated them but that was no problem, I'd set the tire pressure when I put them on the trike. Later that afternoon at work we heard a loud bang and one of the guys in the shop saw a black saucer shaped object fly past the second floor window. I'd left the tires stacked in the bed of the truck. Apparently they were inflated correctly for the tire (60lbs.) but the wheels were only rated to 2 bars (about 28 LBS.) The bottom tire had blown after heating up in the truck, and when the bead broke it threw the wheel on top across the parking lot.

Luckily, nobody was injured but I had to go back to little wheels where I learned how to mount my own tires. It's not tools...it's leverage and technique

#324 & #325 ... Dick's Soccer Fields

The View was Great

( Pilot's eye View )
Mike Bennett said he would be at Dick's at 6:30... I arrived and unloaded at 5:30 so I could launch before the sun. It was 57 degrees and the wind was steady from the SSW at 5mph.

I set up and launched with only one issue. .......

Last week Mike Savino commented on my Facebook ....Check Lists ...Check Lists... Check Lists... Well.... Today, the little thing I missed was the trimmers. I'd left them open after kiting in high wind on Wed. The buggy got up fairly quickly but the climb was terrible. I closed them and did a couple of laps for altitude. The plan was to traverse the new neighborhoods high and then descend to 150 feet and circle the old tower at Stapleton. If all went well I would get a trophy shot of my shadow on the tower, unfortunately there were three or four police cars spotlighting an apartment building directly between me and the tower. I could probably have pulled it off because I doubt they could have heard the 4 stroke from 1000 feet but...No good would come from getting their attention, so I decided to abort on the side of discretion and save it for another day. On the way back after crossing the highway I explored the southern field from 150 feet. Lots of trees but plenty of room to work with.
When I got back over the field Mike was setting up and Paul Dillon pulled in shortly after I landed. By the time I went up for the second flight Paul M., Dan K. and a couple of new guys were there. Shortly after Paul launched a Gov. type showed up looking for a fight. Apparently we had crossed into the Rocky Mountain Arsenal. I don't think any of us was ever more than 600 feet inside the fence but from his perspective it could have looked like we were much deeper into his turf. After pleading ignorance, begging forgiveness and promising to brief the "new guys", he cooled down and and left.

( Photo Mike Bennett )

I set up on the entrance road to avoid the low clinging weeds and launched behind Dan and had a great flight.

( Photo Mike Bennett )
It was good to see so many of the Denver Flock in one place. I had to leave to get to work but the gang hung around and worked with the new guys (Tom & Branden) on ground handling.

( Photo Mike Bennett )

Return to Cozmel...40 Years Later

It's always a good day when you can get in a

two tank dive before lunch.

The last time I was in Cozmel it was twenty two years ago and I was on my honeymoon. It was a Mexican Resort in it's prime. Megatels, boasting five swimming pools and four restaurants were going up at the rate of two or three a year. It was all good, everything was clean and new and everybody was enjoying a measure of prosperity.

We Don't Need No Stinking C card !

I was a man on a mission, and justifiably left my bride in the hotel with a raging case of Monezuma's Revenge to dive on a freshly sunken airliner 200 yards off the beach. Even though I hadn't logged a dive in more than a decade there was no trouble renting a dive rig from an independent business man, sitting in the shade of a palapa hut on the beach. I remember some moron had painted the name "Enola Gay" under the pilot's window by scrubbing the marine scum that was beginning to cover the fuselage with a green patina. The entire area had been declared a marine sanctuary and this desecration was just low class graffiti.




In 1969, I was 13, we had just landed a man on the moon and Lloyd Bridges was on TV every afternoon after school. The entire tourist industry of the island consisted of: 3 dive shops and 2 one story hotels. We would spend the morning spear fishing and cook our catch for lunch. No worries about rising sea temps or damaging the coral. I was immortal and so was everything else.

Oh but how times have changed...The reef is 90 percent dead and there is a MacDonalds where Aqua Safari used to be. I wonder what it will be like when I'm 73?

#322 & #323 Dicks Soccer Fields

It has been a long wet spell

So... I was raring to go and up at 4:30 on the second bell. When I got to the field the wind wasn't noticeable but as soon as I put up the refurbished windsock i could tell there was a strong southerly aloft. This isn't technically a new site because I've flown Dick's before but this time I'm on the south end instead of the north end of the complex and it is much better. The surface is sand with short and sparse weeds and even though it rained last night the sand was plenty solid enough to walk and fly from. Mike Bennett showed 15 minutes after me and set up closer to the parking area and I'll do the same next time I'm here.

The first launch was a surprise. I popped up quicker than expected and started to float down but with a little brake I got climbing and started to circle the field while Mike got ready to launch. About 5 minutes into the flight at 1000 feet, I thought, "Did I open the fuel lines?" I had spent longer than normal warming it up and I taxied out to the launch site...AND...I'd been flying for at least 5 minutes. There was no reason to expect that it would still be running but it was and I knew I'd made a big mistake without even looking. When I got twisted around enough to get to the fuel I opened the vent and before I could open the flow valve the motor died.

Now What? I had some altitude, I could try to open the fuel line and restart. I had my doubts though because couldn't prime the carb. I would've had to unbuckle and hang halfway out of the seat to blow into the vent hose, one bump and I'd be swimming. I was in a good place to get back to the LZ and if I fooled around and wasn't able to restart the motor, it would have been a long push back to where I could re-launch. So...prudence being the better part of valor, I choose to go in "dead stick". The rest of the story was a non event. I turned downwind, got in position and did a gentle S-turn to bleed off altitude. The landing was smooth but it would have been better if I had taken a wrap to get a little more brake input. It seems like there is a point in the flare where I cannot muscle any more brake. It might be fixable by shortening the brakes.

The second flight was great! Nothing to report.

(Old Stapleton Airport Tower)

(Denver)


(Dick's Sporting Goods Arena)