Oh, yes. One more thing, the FAA briefer said. In the interest of safety, lets not have any more of these maximum rate-of-climb takeoffs. I kept on looking straight ahead, but I could feel a hundred sets of eyes lock onto me. Now I have to give him credit. The FAA guy didn’t look directly at me. He didn’t point at me either. But he really didn’t need to. Everyone knew who he was talking about. I alone occupied the throne of shame. Usually, the rest of The Dawn Patrol was up there with me, but not this time. Yep, my record at the biannual Dawn Patrol Rendezvous at the National Museum of the U.S. Air Force was intact. Once again, Id gotten my tail in a crack at this prestigious gathering of WW-I aircraft. Its a gift.
Every time The Dawn Patrol of Kansas City had come here wed done something to raise the ire of the safety officer, general in charge or the FAA. The first time wed attended the Rendezvous, Mark Pierce and I had made a beautiful smoke pass down the line in a nice tight formation. When we landed, the safety officer, Safety Steve, was there with his glistening fangs bared ready to tear a strip off of our quivering pink rear ends. That was just one of the many things wed done wrong.
Then there was Mark Pierces infamous flour-bombing of the bombing judge, Herman Leffew, at the next gathering. Im really jealous of Mark for that. Hes the only pilot thats had part of the flight pattern around the museum named in his honor. When pilots are told to Turn final at Point Magoo, they know where to turn. Add flying too close to the crowd and other minor infractions, and you’ve pretty much covered almost everything we’ve done wrong at these events. We are kinda proud of the gray hairs we’ve given these people over the years. But this time I was all alone, hoisted onto the pedestal of infamy.
I have to admit that Im really proud of the Valley Engineering 2010cc engine on my Nieuport. Ive got the meanest direct-drive, VW-powered Nieuport journeying into The Valley of Death. With this engine and my custom-carved Culver propeller, I can climb my Nieuport at a 30 angle at 50 mph till I run out of gas, and I like doing it. Unfortunately, Id chosen the wrong venue at which to show off the capabilities of this kick-butt engine/prop combo. Fortunately, this chewing was nothing compared to whats been said to me at other airshows, gatherings and fly-ins. The briefing finally ended. I wasn’t grounded or even written up. We were cleared to fly. Yee-haw! Let the games begin!
Wait a Minute
But now we need to back up a bit. The biennial Rendezvous is a unique happening. I mean, how many pilots get invited to fly their planes off the grounds of the National Museum of the U.S. Air Force? Its an honor and a privilege. Only if you have a WW-I aircraft are you invited to this event. They even have a beautiful 2100×100-foot runway marked out on the grass of the lawn behind the museum. Its a dream fly-in for WW-I-replica pilots and builders.
When it started in 1996, only three planes showed up. This year, the seventh time its been held, there were 38 registrants with 19 of them flying. There were also re-enactors, RC WW-I aircraft, antique cars and WW-I memorabilia. Most of the planes were trailered in. Some tried to fly in, but the weather gods were against them. Four pilots that I know of just put down where they were, rented a car and drove to the event, but a few Iron Men flew in, and over a long distance, too.
The undisputed stars of the show were three full-scale Fokkers (a D-VII, DR-1 and D-VIII) from Colorados Vintage Aero Flying Museum, which were flown 1100 miles to attend the event. The rest of the gathering was mostly composed of a good-sized gaggle of Graham Lee Nieuports. Other planes and types were there, but Robert Baslees Airdrome Aeroplanes creations are coming on strong with more and more aircraft being completed and starting to show up at fly-ins and airshows. Another star of the show was a real operating Gnome Omega rotary engine brought to the event by Tom Kozura. That was really something to see and hear.
There was one big difference at this event. Stephen Skinner, of Sopwith Motorsports, was the announcer. Stephen really knows his WW-I aircraft, engines and history. While listening to him, we all learned stuff about our aircraft. He was able to walk by each one and give a detailed account of its history, flight characteristics and how well it flew during the war. By the time he was halfway down the flight line, he had a large crowd walking along with him listening to his analysis. Steve also wrote the book, The Stand. This is a highly researched account of WW-I flying ace Frank Lukes last flight. It is well worth the read.
My wife, Sharon, and I were going to try to trailer two planes to the event: her Airdrome Aeroplanes Morane-Saulnier L Parasol and her new beautiful Airdrome Aeroplanes DH-2 replica. I was not looking forward to the 600-mile drive by myself. I get bored and sleepy on long drives. But fate stepped in and saved us big time. Mark Pierce was going to take his Nieuport until his chainsaw starter chose just two days before we left to disassemble itself while Mark was trying to start his engine. So he kindly offered to trailer my Nieuport to Dayton. Then Robert Baslee called and offered to take the Morane off our hands and trailer it for us. That left us towing the DH-2. Perfect.
The Rendezvous normally runs Friday through Sunday the last weekend of September. But if you’re bringing a flyable aircraft to the event, you need to be there by Thursday so the FAA can ramp-check the plane. The pilots paperwork and logs are inspected, too. You are also required, prior to arrival, to fill out several government documents allowing you to fly off an Air Force facility.
Sweetie and I decided to make the 11-hour drive from Kansas City to Dayton on Wednesday. We arrived in time to be greeted by Teresa Montgomery, the special events HMIC (Head Momma in Charge). She was there with Dave Thomas, the HMIC (Head Man in Charge) of this event. These two smoothed the way for us to get the DH-2 stored safely in the restoration facilitys hangars on the grounds of the museum.
The next day dawned cloudy, wet and just plain miserable, but the plane was in a dry hangar ready to be put together. When we arrived at the restoration facility the usual crowd was there to greet us. These were the artists and skilled craftsmen who restore aircraft for the museum. Artist is the correct term. When they finish with a plane, its usually in better condition than when it left the factory. Anyway, we had about 12 guys on hand to help us put the DH-2 together, and it went quickly. There were several distractions, though. Forty feet away, the fuselage of the Swoose, the last B-17D, was being rebuilt. In the adjacent hangar, the famous B-17F, Memphis Belle, was being restored. Aviation history dripped from the ceilings and washed around your ankles. What splendiferous surroundings for working on an airplane!
When everyone who is there helping you put your plane together speaks airplane, a lot gets done in a short amount of time. Just as we finished the DH-2, we got a call from Tom Glaeser. He was lost on the museum grounds trying to find the back way to the restoration facility without having to pass through base security. I jumped on the Wild Snorting Piglet (our motor scooter that we take on the trailer to events to save our knees) and headed cross-country to rescue him. We were about halfway back with me leading Tom when my cell phone started ringing. It was Sharon and Ted Thumbs Beagle (our favorite restoration guy). Thumbs told me to very carefully try to get back to the hangar without attracting the attention of the base security force. It turns out that there are strict regulations about riding a scooter or motorcycle on the base, and I was breaking every one of them. Sticking to the edges of the base, I crept back to the hangars without getting arrested. The Piglet was parked, not to run again that whole weekend.
Toms Nieuport was assembled in record time. Just as we finished, Robert Baslee and Dave Carl showed up with Sharon’s Morane. Robert designed the Morane to be assembled with no tools, using only Clevis pins and safety clips. We had it ready to fly in less than 30 minutes. Mark and Brenda showed up next with my Nieuport and we got it together quickly, too.
It was while all this feverish activity was going on that it was announced that Fred Murrin, the moving force behind the Great War Aeroplanes Association had ordered pizzas, so we all went to the lounge and started chowing down. There was a low buzz of conversation going on while everyone was eating. I stuck my hand up in the air and asked, How many pilots here have made an off-field landing? Just about every hand went up. Keeping my hand up, I asked, How many of you have been upside down in a farm field? Almost as many hands went up again. About that time, Tom Glaeser wandered in the door, sniffing the air and looking for food. Raise your hand, Tom, I said. That opened a wide range of personal stories about off-field adventures. The FAA guys showed up just as we were finishing the pizzas and started ramp-checking all the planes and inspecting the pilots papers and logbooks. That all went well, too.
That night we had a meeting in the museums auditorium with everyone who was going to participate, followed by a nice buffet inside the museum. Sitting around a table eating finger food under the wing of a B-17 is a unique experience.
Vandals Strike Again
When we arrived at the hangar Friday morning to take the planes over to the flight line, a grinning crowd was standing there looking at my Nieuport. The infamous Toilet Paper Bandits had struck again. At Oshkosh 2008, Butch Witlock and Rick Bennett had decorated Sharon’s Morane with a roll or three of toilet paper. This time it was Rob Waring and Rick Bennetts work. Theyd outdone themselves. I had my Nieuport towed over to the flight line with the paper still on it, blowing in the breeze, so the people in the crowd could see how much Im respected and revered by my flying brethren and colleagues.
After the briefing by the FAA and Air Boss David Egner, we were cleared to fly. Thats when a slip of paper from my personal bucket list got taken care of. When Sharon lifted off in her Morane and made her first circuit of the museum, she became the first woman to fly her WW-I plane around the National Museum of the U.S. Air Force. I was so proud. What a gal!
What ruined it for me was when her landing was a greaser, and mine was a Don’t look, Ethel! If I had been on short final landing on an aircraft carrier, Id have been given a wave-off from the LSO. Instead, I forged on to make a horrible arrival. Calling it a landing would have been an insult to landings. It was more of a controlled crash. I must have bounced 10 feet in the air before fluttering to the ground with a thump like a pigeon with a broken wing. The ground crew guys and gals were all laughing and pointing to me as I taxied back to the flight line. But as I always say to my critics, Hey, nothing fell off the plane, so Im happy.
Saturday dawned with thick fog. When we had the briefing at zero-nine-thirty, we couldn’t even see the museums hangars an eighth of a mile away. We finally got cleared to fly with a thousand-foot ceiling at 1:30 p.m. Between the radio-control guys and us, we kept the sky full the rest of the day. When it cleared up even more, the three Iron Men from Colorado were able to fly in with their incredible full-scale Fokkers. The stars had arrived. What an awesome trio of planes they were.
Sunday arrived with building strong winds that were 90 to the runway. Sweetie and I made one flight of about 10 minutes and then remembered that this is a hobby and landed. We got towed back to the restoration hangars, put the planes back on their trailers, said our good-byes and went to the hotel. Getting up and hitting the road at 2 a.m., we made it back to good old Liberty Landing International Airport in 11 hours. The 2009 Dawn Patrol Rendezvous was over. Were already looking forward to the next one. There are numerous videos of the event on YouTube. Check them out and see what fun we had.
The Circle of Honor, Last Man Standing, Combat Plank Combat is a tradition at the Gardner Gathering of Eagles. Its also a tradition at the Air Force Museums Dawn Patrol Rendezvous. Even though the weather was challenging, we got it in Friday night on the front lawn of the museum. There’s a YouTube video of the carnage. Im building six more combat planks to be ready for next time. Were trying to get Teresa to include them in the schedule, too. They’re a real crowd pleaser.
One last thing. The next Dawn Patrol Rendezvous will be the last weekend of September 2011. If you get right on the stick…just think! You could have a WW-I plane flying there, too. Wink wink, nudge, nudge. Say no more!
For more information on the National Museum of the USAF, visit www.nationalmuseum.af.mil.