Saturday, November 04, 2006

Warbird! - N905BB

Don Black (N905BB)

I purchased 208 # 546, ( in very poor condition) in 2006, and re-registered it as N905BB. Following intensive research, for which I now have an excellent library, I am about halfway through an honest re-creation of BB905, one of the lost Biafra Babies.

My work follows the history of these ships that has been published, as well as by one of the pilots of the era. Further, my neighbor was a relief pilot at that time, flying KC96s and DC7s into Biafra with food and flying out with wartime orphan children. Biafran history has been fascinating for me, considering that the country existed only 3 years.

In Florida, we have high ambient temperatures year around between 85 and 105 degrees F. The Junior's airfoil is not exactly ideal for this kind of application. Density Altitudes are always high. My solution was to replace the O-200 with the latest Continental IO-240B powerplant. It can be seen in some of the fotos.


The conversion is not merely a transplant, and has required some engineering solutions. The 125 hp should be ideal. I had studied the 3300 Jabiru, which would have been a better choice actually, but they were not delivering at the time and I had to make my decision.

Friday, November 03, 2006

To really love an aeroplane...

Bernice Hintz (ZK-CJE)

To really love an aeroplane
To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside

I inherited my aeroplane CJE (Emma) in 2000 from my father. In 2005 with more and more niggling problems occurring (age 41 years to be expected) I decided it was time to have a good look under her cowlings. I was in the perfect location. I was surrounded by helpful aircraft engineers. To my horror they handed me a set of overalls and told me I needn’t think I was getting off that easy. Over the course of a year (I had to save for some things and fit it in-between a new full time job) my engineer and I isolated problems and solved them. I was introduced to paperwork things, like Airworthiness directives, engine, propeller and airframe log books. I spent a couple of days with my engineer doing the annual check and compass swing. I got grease under my fingernails and discovered handy tools I’d never dreamed of. I was educated.

Hear every creak - see every crack
N' give her wings when she wants to fly

I have a new respect for engineers. A good engineer, one with years of experience a) knows where to look for problems and b) can see what I can’t. As I said there is no replacing experience. Having been involved in the process, having seen her naked, so to speak, I am much happier flying her. I have a handle on how she is put together and what is important. My pre-flight checks are now not a cursory walk around; I truly pay attention to details. I know what all the bits are for.

Then when you find yourself paying endlessly for her bills
Ya know ya really love an aeroplane

At times my mother despairs at my expenditure and suggests I sell her. Then she sees it’s a hopeless case and buys a temporary share of some part. A fuel line or two, an exhaust manifold, a transistor or two in a VHF radio. I am just wondering if she’d like an ELT antenna for Christmas.

When you love an aeroplane you tell her that she's really wanted
When you love an aeroplane you tell her that she's the one

Earlier this year a friend of mine came down to do some night flying in Christchurch (Kaikoura doesn’t have lights) after spending some time with her I realised how much I missed flying. I starting flying FSL, the Air New Zealand flying club 152 and much as I liked her she just isn’t the same. Emma is like no other. Well similar to 9 others.

Cuz she needs somebody to tell her that she's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved an aeroplane?

The blood sweat and tears, the time, the frustrations, the angst every cent is repayed when I know I am improving her restoring her so she will continue to support me in the air. I am very keen on reliability whilst Crossing the Cook Strait or flying up the Kaikoura coast.

To really love an aeroplane
Let her hold you - til ya know how she needs to be touched

Emma has pushed me further than I would have gone by myself. Because I inherited her I took up learning to fly again. (I had 24 hours in Tomahawks). I needed to earn more money so I had to change my career path to afford her. I wanted to go to fly-aways with her so I had to get brave and extend myself. Now I’ve started to understand the engineering side I am inspired to learn more and so I’ve started studying for my Aircraft Maintenance Engineering exams. I just need to learn how to let her ride the NW and rise above the Kaikoura rollers.

You've gotta breathe her - really taste her
Til you can feel her in your blood

That’s easy with a Bolkow she is so small it’s like strapping on an aeroplane. In a strange way she is like a costume because when I fly her I am a different person. You can’t be half hearted about flying or landing her. She doesn’t forgive a lack of attention.

N' when you can see your future destinations in her eyes
Ya know ya really love an aeroplane

Now that she is back in the air I can’t wait to go visiting. The effort that I’ve put into getting back in the air I am damned if I am going let a chance go by to fly her.

You got to give her some faith - hold her tight
A little tenderness - gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, takin' good care of you

Ya really gotta love your aeroplane...

(Adapted from Have you really ever loved a woman by Bryan Adams.)

In The Family Way...

Bernice Hintz (ZK-CJE)

In the beginning there is the desire. Some of us desire petite and graceful girls (Europa), some of us desire a good hard working girls (185s) and some of us desire unique and unusual girls with attitude (Murphy rebels). Some people even share their girls (ménages a trois). Budget and genetics are usually what decides the outcome of the hunt. Some people will search the world for what their hearts desire and some people will settle for the girl next hangar/door (DDK). Whatever the chase is always the most exhilarating time and when we will blindly spend money without a care.

Then there comes the conception. Always fun, sometimes a surprise. Happens everywhere but usually in the cover of dark, close to a pub and again with unrealised amounts of money being committed to. Sometimes it is difficult to tell the partner of the reality of the situation. I have heard of a man agonising for three weeks on how to tell his wife about what he has done, only to find she wants a piece of the action.

Gestation is a long period of discovery. The early days can involve a bit of throwing up until the body gets used to the different environment. Partners may argue usually over large cockpit plus sized pieces of coloured paper. There can sometimes be strange cravings that people will travel large distances to satisfied. Karamea for Whitebait, Invercargill for oysters, Dunedin for Emersons. This is a time of discovery, a time of expanding of ones knowledge and diplomatic skills.

The birth a challenging time. The coming into the real world. The passing through very narrow gaps with a lot of screaming and swearing. Some partners choose to close their eyes or faint at this point. Dingle is a classic place of being born. An airstrip that needs a lot of respect and a midwife to glide the way. Dingle is Pristine, stunningly beautiful and not a place you’d go unless you’ve done your time (gestation), not for the inexperienced. There is always the option of having Julius fly you in, straight in by fling wing. (Caesarean). Afterwards you can stay for a bit and relax. ($15 and a sleeping bag).

Now reality hits, the sleepless nights, the worrying if you’re doing it right and just in case you thought you were your mother-in-law/CFI will set you straight. The bringing up years seem to last forever as do the bills. If you’re not very careful you can find yourself repeating the exercise from the start and you will need a bigger hangar. A few of our members must enjoy this first phase because they seem to be very good at it and buying ever bigger aeroplanes.

About this time the socialising happens. Mothers will form support networks and the children all get to go to play group. (fly-ins). At these gatherings there is a lot of chatter, eating and drinking. The girls will play dress up and the boys will go back to there roots and climb trees, though these lines of demarcation are less defined now days. Basically it is about showing off. Sometimes there are accidents, heads need to be bandaged and tears wiped away before bedtime.

As children get older they venture further a field. They play in other peoples sandpits and learn to share their toys. It can be fascinating and a source of intense jealously when children find out what their friends have in their toybox. Tantrums are common when sharing doesn’t occur or the child demands to have the same toys. Kokonga is such a toybox. Peace can be maintained with bribery. Usually lollies are a good distraction and I have to congratulate David for his circumvention of a potential ugly situation with a large bag of the sponsors lollies. I was also pleased to see everybody sharing their toys in the form of sharing rides. I was elated to get to play in DIH again, Thank-you Tom you are a good boy.

When children get into their teenage years they have a very select group of friends usually not of their parents choosing. This is when they have to be watched closely but from a distance. Teenagers know everything so there is no use trying to teach them anything more. You can but sit back and hope you have taught them enough sense not to kill themselves or go down the family way path too soon. Food and drink looms large in their horizon and they can often be influenced in this way. Too much drink can create mischief and modified behaviour. It was observed that a certain 185 toy was transformed. Luckily nobody was hurt in the process.

Eventually they come of age, they mature. Don’t think you are scot-free though. They are still around for dinner or a loan. Loans now of course being huge in relation to their desires. A girlfriend to impress, a car, a career as a commercial pilot or if you’re really unlucky to buy an aeroplane. Hence the next generation of aviators are born, the cycle repeats. You’ll know if you have brought them up properly because they’ll have manners enough to invite you to go flying with them when you get too old (50) and nasty people take your licence off you for knowing too much.

Thanks team I thoroughly enjoyed the play group at Omarama this year. The Saturday fly around as always taught me new ways of doing what I thought I already knew and the way you share your toys does credit to your upbringing. Those of you who are concerned about the theme of this piece needn’t start knitting me booties, one precocious Bolkow is more than enough for me to handle and afford.

PS: Alistair I’d like to remind you of the agreement we made in the bar. I’ll let you come and play with mine if you let me play with yours. Besides it’s in your best interests because I am younger than you and you’re in danger of knowing too much.