The Trove

The best way to begin is, I suppose, at the beginning.

My best old friend, David, once took the vow of poverty and taught school for a living (or almost a living) where he ran into a fellow who could draw pretty well and they hit it off. As things happen the other fellow caught the eye of a fairly good sized company who liked the way he drew space shuttles and hired him away from teaching to do just that. Years went by and they ran into each other again after David managed to convince Uncle Sam’s Army that he was a valuable resource or, at least, wouldn’t be in the way. It came to pass that this other guy, whose name is Rick, met up with David and me at an air show/fly in and I came away with a poster/print of one of his paintings. Let a few more years pass and word comes that Rick has been restoring a 1934 Fairchild so David and I went to visit.  Now you’re up to date … for more on the Fairchild, take a look at my post from June 2010 entitled “Alex in Wonderland”.  I’ll update that post eventually.

OK. So last week I took another trip over to see Rick and the Fairchild and lo and behold the lads from Canada were there … they occupy a fair chunk of the warehouse where Rick soldiers away on his project. It’s time to let the cat out of the bag.

Just like your friendly Home Depot or Lowe’s … only for antique airplane nuts like me.

The first thing that struck me was “how in the world did all this stuff get here?” Turns out it took 6 tractor-trailer loads to clean out an old hanger that was full of airframes, engines, parts, bits, pieces and some reasonably complete projects. In addition, there were frequent trips when the lads’ van was piled high with smaller parts. All of it made its way to this one place where it is still in the process of being separated, cataloged and evaluated. A lot of the airframe parts are probably good for patterns, but a fair amount is restorable and reusable.

    

I managed to find some parts for my Piper Cub that are good for restoration and will go a long way toward making my 1941 airplane more original. There is probably a Gormley-Bulsch in there, too.

Unusual hardware like the silver cadmium plated pieces that were used on military airplanes before and during World War II – a favorite with the warbird crowd and hard to find today.

The lists go on and on and can only be appreciated by those who love and restore old airplanes.

To learn more about the lads, go to www.tigerboys.com – there’s a link to their email address on the website.

I think I might have picked up a bonus gift from my trip in the form of a really nasty bug – obviously Canadian – so my initial work on the parts has been delayed until my lungs are up to another dose of rusty dust and toxic chemicals.

The last flight of 2011 – with Stan and Kathy

After a couple of false starts, the great quest for the $100 hamburger brought Stan (the Grizzly Bear) and Kathy (patient chronicler of flights and motorcycle trips) to Rutherford County Airport NC … we had tried a couple of times to meet up there but for various reasons couldn’t make it happen until nearly the last moment of 2011 …

Thanks to Kathy for all the nifty pictures … Griz and I were kept busy navigating and aviating.

Looking east for the first time, the Blue Ridge Parkway with some snow in NC, Houses east of Asheville NC

Griz said the flight down from Tennessee was really nice. They had time to do a little sightseeing on the way, enjoying December scenery that is usually of the white-ish variety, but very little snow so far this year … only a dusting here and there.

Getting down toward the flatlands, that’s Hickory Nut Gorge on the left, Kathy’s reflection on the side window taking a picture of Chimney Rock and Lake Lure. My Dad said he grew up in the bottom of what is now Lake Lure. Directly below the airplane is Lake Lure Inn where a lot of the movie “Dirty Dancing” was made.

So anyway, here are Griz and Kathy just cruising along enjoying the countryside and I’m pulling the Cub out of my hangar to join them. They had further to go, across the Blue Ridge Mountains … I just had to hop over a ridge at World’s Edge and set up a gradual descent to Rutherford County, which is 1,000 feet below my home field.

Final approach for Rutherford County, Kathy in her John Deere hat and Grizzly Stan posing with their Cub.

S&K arrived early - I managed to drag in at about 11:30. The 57A Cafe was just a short walk from the ramp.

I got my picher took, there are the 2 Cubs side by side on the ramp and the 57A Cafe through the Jeep frame.

The burgers and Stan’s taco salad went down just fine but we were mindful that the weather was due to change later in the day so we decided to skedaddle while the skedaddling was good. Outside, the windsock began doing a dance and the winds were already picking up in advance of the weather front. We went through our preflight inspections and performed “armstrong” starts and were off in pretty short order.

I’m first out of the chocks … the weather toward my route looked ok-ish, S&K’s outlook is to the right. What the picture of my route doesn’t show is the rush of southerly wind accelerating on the south face of the mountains.

By the time I taxiied into position on the runway, the windsock was pretty much straight out from the pole. The Cub and I were off the ground before I had pushed the power all the way up. I was hoping the wind would hold because if I had been riding a gust and the wind had gone away, I’d run out of airspeed, altitude and imagination at about the same time. As it was, we kept flying (thank goodness for 85 horsepower)and I set course to cross the ridge at World’s Edge again – you definitely do NOT want to fly Hickory Nut Gorge in windy conditions.

Meanwhile, Stan and Kathy were enjoying a leisurely ride up the long, delirious, burning blue … topping the windswept heights with easy grace … but I’ll let Griz tell his tale:

Oh yeah! once we got past I-40 things started to settle down and even more so once we got across that ridge west of Mt Mitchell where the Blue Ridge Parkway goes along. We had just scattered clouds, tops around 7,000 (LOL) and we actually got to an altitude of 8,500 (it was cold up there), didn't really want to but with those high winds I just felt safer the higher up we were able to go since every now and then we were getting an elevator ride. We almost kept going as I have always been curious if both Kathy and I could get to 10,000' with the 65hp engine, but the numbness in my toes got in the way of holding the stick back. After the last ridge, the NC/TN border, we descended back to 2600' for pattern altitude and it got choppy again. Winds on the runway were only about 5 knots though pretty much in line with the runway. Flight time was 1.5 going down and 1.4 coming back.

Notice the cool, detached “it got choppy” comment? Pilots do that. A pilot can go through the seven tortures of hell and if someone on the ground asks he might say “yeah, it was a little bumpy”.

Climbing through 8,000 feet, Crossing the NC mountains, Last ridge in sight I-26 below. (Whenever I think of “the last ridge” I think of an old movie “The Bridges of Toko-Ri” … the last ridge proved to be too much in that movie but the Gallavanting Grizzly and his Kathy-belle made it just fine).

I’ll spare you the details, but it got “a little bumpy” on the way to World’s Edge. Once over the ridge, though, we are in a little piece of heaven where winds are civilized for the most part and my ride was pretty good for the last few miles to Runway 15 at Johnson Field.

Johnson Field (the grass runway to the right) on a summer day, and the Cub back at home in its hangar.

It just doesn’t get any better than meeting up with friends with Piper Cubs. Maybe the weather could be better next time, maybe a little warmer, maybe we could talk some other Cub people into joining us. So long, 2011. Hello, 2012.

Stan’s trip to Kentucky

Some guys have more fun than others. Stan and Kathy bundled up last week for a day trip from Greeneville TN to Big Sandy airport in Kentucky and filed this report. The Grizzly Bear (Stan) managed to pack in a BFR while he was there and ended up making it home before nightfall. That’s quite a day in a Cub. As usual, you can mouse over the pictures to get a description and click on them for a larger version.

It all started with a 4:00am wake up and drive to the airport to plug in the GPS, refuel and reconfigure the airplane.  As we drove in we saw a temperature off a local bank showing 29 F.  After getting the airplane ready for flight we go to eat breakfast at a local favorite restaurant in Greeneville, TN.  During breakfast I get my quickest weather briefing for our proposed flight direct to Big Sandy Regional Airport, KY (K22).  Clear below 12,000, no TFRs, no notams that pertain to us, and winds aloft.  No tailwind on this trip except when were on downwind in the pattern.

Well as usual during cold weather the engine remains running after the 3rd start.  Takes awhile to get the oil close to 100 F so we can takeoff.  After takeoff the oil temperature runs around 120 F all day during flight, but it sure cools off fast requiring us to go through the 3 start phase again at K22.  We see our first snow for the season and visibility is limited only by the curvature of the earth.  We can see Big Sandy 30 nautical miles out according to the GPS cruising at 5500'.  As I said going up to Oshkosh were over the Sherwood Forest and it is not friendly down there.  Not a lot of options for emergency landings as usual when flying over Kentucky, our best bet is one of the strip mines.

 

We arrive after 1.8 hours of flight and enough fuel for another hour of flight to complete Bob's Flight Review.  We fill up after the flight with 9.8 gallons, yielding a 3.5 GPH burn rate for the trip so far.  Just after arriving we take a tour of his hanger and compare differences between our J3's.  Bob treats us to lunch and pays for the hour flight.  More people want flights in the Cub, but we don't have any daylight left and we have to head home.

The winds are much higher returning home and we have to stay low and fly almost max continuous power to overcome the headwinds.  We got to 4500' for a short time but descended back down to about 3,000' after seeing a 34 knot ground speed, which would have yielded a dark landing with low fuel if any.  At the lower altitude we are able to stay above 50 knots ground speed.  We do eventually climb to 4500' again further south to cross higher terrain. 

We have beaten the sunset again and have time to fly over Chimney top to show Kathy what I have found on one of my local solo flights when she is working.  The reason they call it Chimney Top for all the little stones that look like Chimneys, small compared to Chimney Rock in NC.  It was a 2 hour flight back for 4.8 hours total of flying.  That is half the time we took to fly to Oshkosh earlier this year.  Great day of flying, even though I'll spend the next 24 hours with thigh and knee pains from using the rudders and maybe the cold weather, time to medicate.

Griz and Cubby

More Armchair Flying – Oct/Nov 2011

As luck would have it, the most beautiful weather in Western North Carolina found me on the ground with a bucketful of parts for the fuel system in the Cub, waiting for replacement parts and a measure of gumption to finish re-doing my fuel plumbing.

I depend on pals like Richard and Stan to do my flying for me in times like these and after flying over from Tennessee to give me a hand draining fuel out of my tank (I don’t have long enough arms), the two of them (and Cliff, who I’ve not met yet) launched on a trip through Hickory Nut Gorge to Shelby NC for a visit to Jerry’s private strip. Stan sent some notes to rub it in a little … no matter, I went back to working on my airplane and enjoy the flying even if it is virtual.

Here’s Stan:

Well I made it back to Greeneville, TN right at sunset.  I really got to stop cutting it so close, I think that is the third/ fourth time I have done that.  It is usually an hour and a half flight from Shelby, NC with no headwind.  Which would have made me several minutes after sunset.  But I just kept climbing looking for those higher tailwinds and also had to cross right over Mt. Mitchell again.  I'm losing count of how many times I have crossed that mountain, I think it is 5 or 6 times.  So since I feel better crossing it at 1000' AGL (Mt. Mitchell is 6684' high) and I'm VFR flying west I decide for my friend who is always surprised that I get so high in the J3 to go to 8500'.  The tailwinds give me the boost I was looking for and I'm able to get to my destination as the Sun is setting.

 
Stan’s pictures of crossing Mount Mitchell from east to west – the shadows are beginning to get a little long – and the sun going down on Greeneville airport.

Great flight today flying around NC seeing other Cub Drivers and flying by Chimney Rock.  And first time I had a tailwind coming and going as the high moved through during the day.  It was a 12 hour day from the time I left to the time I returned home.  The most dangerous part today was the return motorcycle ride this evening.  And the public thinks flying airplanes is dangerous.  I use to enjoy riding on the roads, but I feel safer in the air these days flying over the traffic.  One day Kathy and I hope to have our log cabin on our own airstrip where maybe I won't have to get on the roads to go fly.

Stan’s pictures above: L-R: Hickory Nut Gorge, Chimney Rock perched on the NE slope of Sugarloaf Mountain, and the Rock framed in the struts. I don’t know how Stan finds the time to take pictures!

My reply to Stan: Great! Terrific pictures. Glad y'all had a good time. Thanks again for your help draining my fuel tank. I had to order parts to put my fuel system back together and expect them after the weekend. No flying until then, but the next three days look like no-fly days anyway. (Today, however, is magnificent and I'm on the ground).

Stan again: … here are some more pictures you might want to use ... Thanks for the gas and I would have loved to have help you put the Steve’s gascolator on, but I'm sure you got plenty of help there, did you ever take that valve apart to see if it was just a bad o-ring inside?... (partly … I just decided to get a new one). Flight back from Shelby ended up to be 1:20 beating the original plan by ten minutes and keeping me legal.  Next time I come down when the winds are calm I'll have to fly that route with Kathy during the morning so the sun shines on Chimney Rock.  Noticed the leaves are still green there, so there might be time for more colors there.

Stan got pictures of Richard and Cliff flying in company and the two Cubs together on Jerry’s airport.

Stan: Its a lot of fun flying to 0A7 except for the Class C airspace (Asheville).  I just about got all the landmarks figured out to stay out of it even if I don't have a GPS.  After I cross the mountains at the TN/NC border at 5500' aim straight for Sugar Loaf until I pass the city and turn round the big golf course and fly direct to airport through the saddle.
Wow, I've learned a lot hanging out with you guys and looking at the differences in all the J3 in that area.  Now I have some modifications to make to our airplane.

There’s always something you want to do to make your airplane either better or more original. With 4 other Cubs on our airport, each has a little something different or better. Mine is a “50 foot” airplane because it looks OK from 50’ away.

Stan’s a Flight Instructor, too, and had a fellow approach him about instruction in “conventional landing gear” airplanes. That means the main wheels are in front and there’s a little wheel under the tail, thus the more commonly used “taildragger” nickname. Taildragger pilots walk proudly, but are always a little paranoid … the airplanes they fly have evil intent and will swap ends in a heartbeat. To get an idea of how this works, the next time you have a little room in grocery store parking lot stand in front of your (empty) cart and give it a healthy push backwards. It won’t go far before the front end of the cart swings around and eventually runs amok, smashing into cars. In airplanes, it’s called a ground loop, in grocery cart terms it’s called, at best, “instructive”. Either could result in an insurance claim but having to endure the embarrassment of ground looping in front of other pilots is cruel and unusual punishment.

Stan: Well I signed him off, but cautioned him on the differences on his Der Jeger experimental one seater (if I had the other computer working I'd send ya a picture).  Made another friend and someday we'll fly down there together and show him Hendersonville or whenever you guys make it up this way we'll go to his airport in Johnson City.  It was kinda a neat day, I drove over to Johnson City airport and we flew to Greeneville in his C-150.  Then we transitioned to the J3, gosh I had to re-learn how to get into the front seat.  Everybody was laughin at me being turned into a pretzel.   Fun, Fun day!

I filled my days last week with stuff around the house and finally got all the parts together to finish hooking up all the pipes in my fuel system. Of course, the weather turned nasty on the day I wanted to fill the tank and do a little test flying, but I have something to look  forward to … We’re in the first week of November now and Stan decides to take to the air before a cold front reaches him:

Finally, Stan: Just couldn't resist a solo flight yesterday around the Johnson City area.  The weather was moving in from Knoxville and I figured I would just fly in the pattern today.  After a very exciting takeoff with wind shear and turbulence I made one landing before heading out towards Buffalo Mountain.  First I wanted to find where Decker field was and I found it right next to the Corn Maze off highway 107.  Then that fire burning near one of our houses in Carter/ Unicoi County, in fact the smoke was blowing right into the neighborhood, got my attention so I flew over Buffalo Mtn. to investigate.  Interesting how it was burning as I was getting bounced around all those little mountains in the area.  I flew around the north east side and dove from 4500' down to about 2500' under the smoke layer.  Flying around the neighborhood once, before making a quick stop and go at Johnson City Airport as I was racing the weather approaching my home airport now.  Oh, how I hated looking to the west as it was getting darker, but the wind seemed to be in my favor and I was closing in on Greeneville faster than the weather.  Was wondering how the winds would be down there?  I'm 10 miles out and I can see the rain shafts starting on either side of my flight path as I'm letting other traffic know of my approach to Runway 23.  There is no other traffic in the area so I maneuver for a long final approach to get me down quicker before the rain starts.  Good stiff crosswind on final but little if any turbulence, so this ought to be a fun landing.  I prefer landing on one wheel to improve my skill and see how long I can roll on it before the others eventually touchdown.
Oh, while flying around the neighborhood I did see the bright orange jack-o-lanterns on the front porch.  Kathy said a funny last night, I had previously bought some Halloween M&Ms for her and she said, "Since it is no longer Halloween, they are now Harley-Davidson M&Ms". 

With guys like Stan and Richard around, even virtual flying is fun.