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.