Forrest had rented it out in Arizona... it had a cracked cylinder they found out later ... it was a hot day.. and he was with his girlfriend .. the density altitude was up there....
Off the end of the runway they went... under the high tension power lines and dodging the Palo Verde branches they are such a pretty color of green but not his very favorite...
Wheee............................
Well there is a clearing... I will be, plop..... a good landing, no damage really just some scratches on the paint out toward the wing tips....
Good low level steering old boy... he complimented himself.
Then it really gets weird........
His cell phone was dead... he wanted to call the rightful owner to assure himself that he the owner did not think Byron had stolen the vessel and secondly to inform them they were o.k.. and where the plane was located and that they had not crashed and lay dead somewhere... two primary concerns.... if not three.
So his girlfriend next came along in her older 25' motor home... nice and cozy it was...
That bitch kicked him out in some desolate desert town... drove off... left him with his dead cell phone and two mewing little kittens... black cats not yet grown.
He was carrying the kittens in his hands... they got all sweaty making pools of sweat.... the poor things he thought... but where to put them? Looking for shade.
He was good and lost now out in this desert town... With No destination... two demanding kittens and no where to go but forward... people really were not all that friendly especially towards introverts not spending money....... perfect it was he thought.
He kept looking for his Girlfriend where oh where was she... .. and her motor home.. looking up and down and all around...there were lots of them around there in Southern Arizona... but alas non were hers.
Boo Hoo.
He even wandered into a store looking.. the kittens struggling to get away from him all the while.... the battery was completely gone in his phone now.... not just dead.. but not there period.
He could not read the Charts they were all upside down and he did not want to take the time either.. what for?.... and all these feelings of responsibilities... he could not abandoned the little struggling kittens.... after all they were so helpless, even though they wanted away.
The only thing he had left were the feelings of responsibility... mixed with guilt, like a can of mixed nuts.. he supposed,
However he did come up with a question This:
About , feelings of responsibility mixed with guilt...... Where do they begin and where do they end?
FLY CESSNA in the cool of the morning.
The Orange and White Cessna.
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Bernoullis Theory
Barbi Dolls and Kens Marching through a field by the tens of thousands:
OOps! Where are you when the big moment comes?
Frozen Pictures in a cameras Frame:
The focus button is out of time and the picture is taken in black and white... how do you select color?...maybe black and white is better for this occasion anyway?
Maybe the picture will come out good by accident, the camera was in the hands of a fool or just the inexperienced.... he could get lucky... He supposed..............
The Blitzkrieg or the battle of the cameras delayed shutter speed laid in retrospect.
The big fast knife that kills:
Professor where art thou?
The theory of flight or principle.... even with all the fancy gizmos etc... stall spin accidents and flight from V.F.R. into I.M.C. are the leading cause of the carnage of human flesh... still, just ask Jon Jon Kennedy.
Bernoulis Theory is something to go on but, Byron is not entirely convinced it is true 100% .. he could never visualize for instance a sail boats sail working on the same principle... even a sheet of plywood or a door will fly with enough horsepower... or in the case of the sail or vertical wing...WIND.
Theory of flight, angle of attack... airspeed... and the idea an airfoil can be stalled at any airspeed... that was enough reason for him to avoid abrupt movements of control inputs, and steep turns close to the ground.
It was like the Red and White Cessna with no right door.. sitting on the grass strip... out of license.. and in very poor condition... it ran and was supposed to just be used to practice taxiing ..........
Byron was hanging on the strut outside and had a foot on the boarding step, when his instrument rated friend thought it would be fun and lifted off and began a climb out...into ground effect...
it scared the tar out of poor old Forrest... he managed to climb in... and fasten the damaged seat belt buckle...they had almost no rate of climb...
Forrest twisted out the mixture and managed to eek out another 150-200 r.p.m. out of the engine making the difference between no climb and just a little... next they had to make a shallow turn up into a blind canyon for there was no where else to go, and then execute a 180 degree turn with out stalling the airplane or wing, a decision had to be made.. which blind canyon to fly up next.... he remembered the slower the ground speed or track... the least distance required to make a turn.. the lessening of the circumference so to speak bearing that in mind and also that the stall warn horn was broken, it sounded like a Kazoo....
Byron searched out the widest spot he could see up ahead... and ever so carefully with the airspeed needle bouncing just above the indicated stall speed.. turned into the wind.... with precious little altitude left below and sheer walls on either side.. he just managed a 180 degree turn in front of the opposing wall then the easy flight over falling terrain back to the strip and landed averting the bloody stall spin carnage... or flying straight into the river... his second choice.. that perhaps could or should have been his first choice certainly preferable to the Stall Spin no doubt... but..... he pulled it off... like a dirty sock.. you old dog he figured.
He managed to keep most the bank out of it... and sneaked it around with rudder and dumping the nose almost but not hitting the terrain below and .. just missing the opposing canyon wall...He made it... his friend too...
Just sitting there with a suicidal fixed smile fixed on his face.
Had he been higher an immelman... perhaps could have been useful if he knew how to do one or he could learn real fast..... He was afraid the glass cockpit would of been of little use even if he had one and.. even for all the dollars and cents they cost, the displays in this situation would be like so many diamonds smashed in the rocks below.... Seat of the Pants....... flying that was for him.
Tweaking the mixture... and a delicate touch averted the carnage of a stall spin accident, they made it back alive and landed with no brakes... they did not work anyway.
The following day... the first swallow of coffee in the morning tasted so good as his clothes dried in the breeze.... on the clothesline next to the Picnic table... and the tied down Cessna that was not supposed to fly but did that they sneaked off in....the day before... his friend had almost done him in.
Byrons suggests you read up about Bernoullis Theory or Principle and well.... decide for yourself...
He always has found it amusing that an airplane fly's on a Theory anyway..... even today's most sophisticated. Common knowledge remains archaic right into space flight... Mr. Byron holds an opinion, don't you think so too?
So you see or not....... its not all about horsepower and money.
Forrest Byron takes a jab or a slant at it.
Bernoullis Theory.
OOps! Where are you when the big moment comes?
Frozen Pictures in a cameras Frame:
The focus button is out of time and the picture is taken in black and white... how do you select color?...maybe black and white is better for this occasion anyway?
Maybe the picture will come out good by accident, the camera was in the hands of a fool or just the inexperienced.... he could get lucky... He supposed..............
The Blitzkrieg or the battle of the cameras delayed shutter speed laid in retrospect.
The big fast knife that kills:
Professor where art thou?
The theory of flight or principle.... even with all the fancy gizmos etc... stall spin accidents and flight from V.F.R. into I.M.C. are the leading cause of the carnage of human flesh... still, just ask Jon Jon Kennedy.
Bernoulis Theory is something to go on but, Byron is not entirely convinced it is true 100% .. he could never visualize for instance a sail boats sail working on the same principle... even a sheet of plywood or a door will fly with enough horsepower... or in the case of the sail or vertical wing...WIND.
Theory of flight, angle of attack... airspeed... and the idea an airfoil can be stalled at any airspeed... that was enough reason for him to avoid abrupt movements of control inputs, and steep turns close to the ground.
It was like the Red and White Cessna with no right door.. sitting on the grass strip... out of license.. and in very poor condition... it ran and was supposed to just be used to practice taxiing ..........
Byron was hanging on the strut outside and had a foot on the boarding step, when his instrument rated friend thought it would be fun and lifted off and began a climb out...into ground effect...
it scared the tar out of poor old Forrest... he managed to climb in... and fasten the damaged seat belt buckle...they had almost no rate of climb...
Forrest twisted out the mixture and managed to eek out another 150-200 r.p.m. out of the engine making the difference between no climb and just a little... next they had to make a shallow turn up into a blind canyon for there was no where else to go, and then execute a 180 degree turn with out stalling the airplane or wing, a decision had to be made.. which blind canyon to fly up next.... he remembered the slower the ground speed or track... the least distance required to make a turn.. the lessening of the circumference so to speak bearing that in mind and also that the stall warn horn was broken, it sounded like a Kazoo....
Byron searched out the widest spot he could see up ahead... and ever so carefully with the airspeed needle bouncing just above the indicated stall speed.. turned into the wind.... with precious little altitude left below and sheer walls on either side.. he just managed a 180 degree turn in front of the opposing wall then the easy flight over falling terrain back to the strip and landed averting the bloody stall spin carnage... or flying straight into the river... his second choice.. that perhaps could or should have been his first choice certainly preferable to the Stall Spin no doubt... but..... he pulled it off... like a dirty sock.. you old dog he figured.
He managed to keep most the bank out of it... and sneaked it around with rudder and dumping the nose almost but not hitting the terrain below and .. just missing the opposing canyon wall...He made it... his friend too...
Just sitting there with a suicidal fixed smile fixed on his face.
Had he been higher an immelman... perhaps could have been useful if he knew how to do one or he could learn real fast..... He was afraid the glass cockpit would of been of little use even if he had one and.. even for all the dollars and cents they cost, the displays in this situation would be like so many diamonds smashed in the rocks below.... Seat of the Pants....... flying that was for him.
Tweaking the mixture... and a delicate touch averted the carnage of a stall spin accident, they made it back alive and landed with no brakes... they did not work anyway.
The following day... the first swallow of coffee in the morning tasted so good as his clothes dried in the breeze.... on the clothesline next to the Picnic table... and the tied down Cessna that was not supposed to fly but did that they sneaked off in....the day before... his friend had almost done him in.
Byrons suggests you read up about Bernoullis Theory or Principle and well.... decide for yourself...
He always has found it amusing that an airplane fly's on a Theory anyway..... even today's most sophisticated. Common knowledge remains archaic right into space flight... Mr. Byron holds an opinion, don't you think so too?
So you see or not....... its not all about horsepower and money.
Forrest Byron takes a jab or a slant at it.
Bernoullis Theory.
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