Monday, October 30, 2006

Memories of this and that

Did you know that when you are flying it is sometimes easier to spot another airplane in the air by first spotting it's shadow on the ground? I guess it's because it really catches your eye to see a shadow moving across the terrain below. So, once the moving shadow is spotted , the vigilant pilot will look about until he locates the other aircraft. An airplane three or four miles away looks to be only about an inch long when you see it from the air and so are not really easy to spot.

The shadows of gyros with their spinning rotors look like spiders in a hurry when you see them moving across the ground. Another neat thing to see when flying a gyro is a circle or what looks like a halo around the shadow of the gyro as it moves across the countryside. I suppose it has to do with moisture in the air and the sun shining through it. I've never seen the circle or halo effect when flying airplanes but have seen it a number of times while flying my gyro.

Speaking of rainbows, once long ago my daughter Linda and I were flying our Champ after early morning rain showers. Linda spotted a beautiful rainbow and wanted to fly to the end of it which appeared to be fairly close. We flew toward it only to find it was not where it had appeared to be but was still some distance away. We never did catch up with it but chasing the rainbow made wonderful memories for us both.

Once when taking an old friend for a flight in our Champ, I glanced over and saw that he was holding onto the door handle. It was his first time in a small airplane and I thought he might be nervous and that was why he had hold of the door handle. I landed shortly afterwards and I asked him about him holding onto the door handle...his explanation was simplicity itself-he said that he was holding the door closed. The door had a tendency to come open in flight but the slip stream would only let it open to a few inches. I was used to it and had forgotten to mention it to Bert, so when the door popped open he just held it closed. He wasn't scared at all...so he said.

There was a man who started hanging out at the local airport where we based our airplane. He was there even in coldest weather, sitting out on a bench looking at the aircraft or walking among the parked aircraft, talking to the airplanes and blessing them. He kept to himself or maybe others just kept their distance from him because of his strange ways. I know I did. One day as Docko and I were preflighting our Champ the fellow came over and asked to be taken for a flight. We told him no. We were headed on a trip. I wouldn't have taken him aloft anyway because of his strange ways. But one pilot did.

Les was a flight instructor on the field and he was big as a house. You wouldn't think anything could scare him . Les consented to take the man for a ride in a Cessna 150. Off they went...when they got to altitude Les reported later the man started talking crazy. Said he wanted to kill everybody. Said he was going to, in fact. Spooked Les out for sure. He wasted no time in putting the strange passenger on the ground! Eventually the strange man quit coming to the airport and I think all the pilots felt a sense of relief that he was gone.

Ah, memories...aint they great?

Lately I've been helping daughter Linda paint the inside of her doublewide mobile home. She came home from town today and said, "Mom, I've got something for you!", as she held up two more gallons of paint and new brushes. OH THANK YOU LINDA ! I'm beginning to wish she had bought a tiny little trailer...just kidding. She has a most spacious and beautiful mobile home and I'm happy to be helping her.

Daughter Donna will be with us for Thanksgiving...I'm a happy mama about that. And son Dave, he is undoubtedly one of the safest drivers on the road , ever watchful as to the other drivers. Yesterday a young man made an illegal turn from the outside lane, cut across in front of Dave who was in the inside lane. The young man was headed for the left turn lane but it was blocked by a vehicle so he just stopped in the lane right in front of Dave. Unable to avoid him, Dave clipped his rear bumper. Dave has got his pickup going again but it turns out the other driver is avoiding calls from the insurance company...He was at fault and it looks like he is dodging facing the music. Fortunately he admitted to the CHP that it was his fault and also someone stepped forward and gave Dave his card, saying he had seen it all and would testify for Dave.

And me, You would think I have enough trouble trying to figure out the desk top computer that I have but I went and bought a lap top a few days ago...I have visions of sitting up in bed warm and cozy, in those wee hours when I can't sleep and writing the new gyro book on the lap top...wish me well trying to learn to handle it!

Till next time.
Marion Springer
ddakota@earthlink.net

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Airplane pilots, gyro pilots and reckless flying

Today I got to thinking about flying airplanes and flying gyrocopters and the difference in the pilots of the two types of aircraft. Airplane pilots are usually more disciplined in their flying and I think one reason for that is because the fixed wing pilots have had formal flight instruction and the majority of them are licensed pilots, whereas most gyro pilots will get a very minimum of instruction and will fly or attempt to fly his gyro with very little knowledge of the machine other than how to get it off the ground and back on.

That type of pilot never bothers to learn aerodynamics or any of the subjects he would learn in a formal flight instruction program and in ground school. That pilot is one who is dangerous to himself and to others as well. It's amazing that the macho low time gyro pilot will hot-dog and show off in his gyro before he really learns to fly the machine.

One of the very important things I learned about in ground school way back when I took airplane flight instrucrion was wake turbulence. It's invisible and it can be deadly to the pilot in a small aircraft who unknowingly flys into it. Simply put, wake turblence is air that is moving in a horizontal whirlwind like manner from each wing tip of an airplane that is flying and generating lift. Wake turbulence hangs in the air behind the generating aircraft and then slowly begins to dissipate. Should a small aircraft fly into the wake turbulence it can literally be destroyed, torn apart ,by the turbulence.

On my first solo in an airplane , when I turned onto the downwind leg of the traffic pattern I saw a DC3 in the pattern in front of me. I left the pattern and flew a gigiantic 360 then after the DC3 landed I re-entered the pattern and went in for a safe landing. Leaving the pattern for a few minutes allowed the the DC3 time to land and then time for his wake turbulence to clear the runway . I survived that first trip around the pattern alone because in ground school I had learned about wake turbulence.

Some time later Docko and I were on a cross country trip in our airplane. The air was very calm, not a ripple. Suddenly we began to be bounced about severely. It was all I could do to keep the airplane right side up and I was wondering what the heck was going on then I spotted them...about five miles away were three Military C119 cargo planes flying three abreast. They were just small dots in the distance but their wake turbulence was still in the air and we had cut directly across it. When I saw the cargo planes then I understood instantly that our sudden rough ride was due to the turbulence they had created minutes before. Again, thanks to formal flight instruction and to ground school. The wake turbulence had had a few minutes to begin to dissipate before we flew into it ,still it was a rough and bouncy ride for a few minutes . When we had transited the area of the turbulence the air once again became smooth as could be.

How many low time gyro pilots who have had very little flight instruction and no ground school at all know about wake turbulence, or CAT, clear air turbulence ,or wind shear or lift vectors, or any of the myriad invisible things that go on in the realm of flight but cannot be seen by the pilot, but can ruin his day? How many take the time to learn all they can about flying and really understanding their gyros? Granted, some do , but there are others who prefer to do hotdog flying and endanger themselves and others. After more than 40 years of gyro flying and flight instructing, the closest I ever came to being killed while around gyros was by a low time hotdogging pilot who was showing off. His rotor blades missed us by no more than 4 feet!

Till next time
Marion Springer
ddakota@earthlink.net

More on the blog/journal, A long time ago

A few days ago I wrote about dip net fishing on the Colombia river in Oregon but I didn't mention the name of the place where the fishing took place . It was called Celilo Falls, The falls were a few miles from The Dalles, Oregon. The falls no longer exist because of The Dalles dam which was constructed a few years after Docko and I spent a summer at Celilo Falls.

To read about Celilo Falls and the dip net fishing do a google search using the words, Celilo Falls, Oregon. There are a number of sites that tell the history of that wonderous place. Also there are sites with historical photos of the men dip net fishing . Check it out.

Marion Springer

Sunday, October 22, 2006

A long time ago

A long time ago when we were young and it was just the two of us, Docko and I were traveling through Oregon. We found a beautiful spot along the Deschutes river where we spent a few days camping and swimming and just enjoying being young and carefree . Then one day a few miles down the way we came upon a place called The Dalles, on the Columbia river.

The salmon were running, that is, they were jumpimg over the falls and swimming upstream to their home waters to spawn. On the banks of the Columbia, many Indian men had built wooden scaffolds out over the water and were standing on those rickety looking scaffolds with a rope tied around their waists and anchored to something sturdy on the bank and they were fishing with dip nets. A most unusual sight to my young eyes!

The dip nets were large,the hoops something like 12 feet or more in diameter and fastened to 20 foot long poles. The salmon would leap over the huge boulders in the river on their way upstream and the fishermen would scoop them up in their nets. Big fish, some weighing 40 lbs.or more.

We wandered about fascinated with all the activity. we came across a man Docko had gone to college with. The two got to talking and his friend told us that during the spawning season salmon fishing is closed to everyone except American Indian people. The Indian people used the fish for food for the winter. They smoked some of the salmon and dried some of it.

They built small fires and cooked chunks of fish and eel over the open flame and sold it to the tourists who were always present to watch the activities. The tourists expected the Indian people to be like those in the cowboy and Indian movies, you know, not able to speak English and so on. I remember one elderly Indian man who spoke English very well...he taught me how to make the knots for the netting. But when the tourists asked him questions he pretended not to know the language.

As Docko was of Shoshone Indian descent he was eligible to fish with the others, so he decided to do just that. He had and old Indian man make him a net then he bought a big hoop and a long pole and made himself a dip net. Another trip to town and we came back with lumber to build a scaffold out over the rushing water. More lumber was purchased to make side walls and a floor for the tent we put up for the two of us to live in. For a tent, it was luxurious! wood floor and screen on the walls to keep the bugs out. Real uptown!

That man of mine was in puppy heaven fishing all day , lifting those heavy fish out of the water while I watched from the solid ground and hoped he wouldn't get pulled into the water and be dashed against those huge boulders .

Docko learned of another spot where the fishing was said to be good. The only thing was, it was about half way across the wide Columbia river and to get there you had to walk about a half mile or more across a railroad trestle that was 75 feet above the raging waters of the river.

I went where my guy went although I didn't really enjoy the trip across the trestle. You had to watch where you placed your feet so you could step on the railroad ties and that meant that you had to see the water crashing against the huge boulders way down below. Not a pretty sight to me! It seemed to take ages to get to the place where there was a rope ladder that led down to the boulders below.

The rope ladder was attached at the top and the rest of the ladder swung freely. It had metal rungs that were wet and slippery. Getting up and down that ladder wasn't easy. Making it across the trestle and down the ladder was challenge enough for me. After fishing there for a while Docko decided that fishing was just as good and much safer where he had first started so we gave up the trips across the railroad trestle and went back to the scaffold out over the river where he had first fished. I was happy about that. I was always worried that a train would come along while we were on the trestle. Happily, none did. We spent the entire summer there, fishing as our grandfathers had done for ages. That summer that gave us wonderful lifelong memories.

Looking at those trips across the river high up on the train trestle from this point in time I wonder if I would have the intestinal fortitude to do it today. Probably not. But the young think they're bulletproof .

I spent a little time visiting with gyro buddy Teddy this weekend and tomorrow Linda and John Delaney are coming to visit. Life is good.

Till next time.
Marion Springer
ddakota@earthlink.net

Friday, October 20, 2006

Remembering Halloweens from the past

My daughter Linda and I were talking tonight about Halloweens from the years when the children were growing up. Halloween was a big event in their lives. For weeks they would plan what they wanted to be on the big night when they would go out trick or treating.

In those days I made their costumes. One time I made ghost costumes for all four of them. They were virtually stair steps of four little ghosts with baby Donna the littlest one. She was only three years old. Of course I thought they were all darling and Donna was such a tiny little thing and she needed to be carried most of the time during trick or treating. I would take them around the neighborhood and they would collect candy then at home later I would take their night's bounty and dole it out to them a bit at a time lest they all end up with upset stomachs from all that sweet stuff.

Ah yes, a fun time for them and a busy time for me. My daughter Coby loved Halloween . She always made a big to-do for the neighborhood children even after her own daughter had grown up and was out on her own. Coby would stock up on candy and she delighted in having kids come to her home for trick or treat. She and Donna always carved pumpkins and really got into the spirit of the day. This will be the first Halloween for Donna without Coby for we lost her earlier this year. We all miss her and my heart will break for Donna when she has to get through this sad Halloween alone.

Linda was so far ahead of her time when years ago she wanted to write a book on how to carve a pumpkin. There were no such books on the market at the time and her idea would have found a ready market but sometimes good ideas, for one reason or another just never make it into production. And so it was with her good book idea. Today there are books galore on pumpkin carving !

Linda had another good idea way back even before the one on pumpkin carving books...She was still in elementary school when baseball cards were new and kids began trading them. She kept saying that baseball cards would be valuable in time and they should collect and keep the cards. Another good idea not acted on and look at the big business such cards are today. I tell you Docko and I did raise some smart children.

Later in life when our children were long gone from the nest Docko and I moved to a fairly remote place in the high desert. There were no families with children in the vicinity. But every year as Halloween drew near Docko would remind me to buy plenty of candy for trick or treaters. I would say, " but Docko, you know we never get kids at Halloween. There are just none around here". He knew that but it was a slick way of getting candy that he liked...he would say , " Be sure to buy the kind of candy we like, you know, the little chocolate bars ,just in case no one shows up". So I would stock up on his favorite candy and of course, the two of us would have bags and bags of little chocolate bars to eat because no one showed up for trick or treat.

Till next time.
Marion Springer
ddakota@earthlink.net

Halloweens from the past

Friday, October 13, 2006

Flying ...it's always on my mind

Back when I was flying, both airplanes and gyros, my favorite time for flying was late in the day , evening time really ,but before dark. Most pilots prefer early morning for flying for many reasons. One of them being the air is usually still in the early hours. But for me, a flight after the day was done just made everything all right and recharged my batteries. No matter what kind of day I had had, all was refreshed and better after a flight, even a brief flight. Flying as therapy, I guess!

But there was one gyro flight that I made in late in the day that had me a little uptight when it came to the landing. It was during the filming of a movie that I was flying my gyro in. The scene called for me to fly over a drive-in movie theater . The director asked me to take off very late in the day and fly to the filming site which I did. I proceded to circle the theater while the crew filmed the gyro from the ground.

It seemed to take them a long time to finish filming and to finally signal me that I was free to fly back to our staging area which was several miles distant. Oh Boy! by then it was almost dark and that meant the landing would be a challenge because the runway was not lighted nor did the gyro have a landing light.

I had asked before I left that they endeavor to keep the runway clear for my return because there was no one else flying that day and I knew it would be near dark when I returned. " Sure, no problem , we will do that ", they said. But when I arrived back at the strip there were several pilots taxing their fixed wing ultralight aircraft around on the runway. The pilots seemed totally oblivious to the fact that they were occupying the space where I needed to land . By the time it got through to them that I urgently needed to land and they had cleared the strip it was nearly full dark.

OK gal, I said to myself, you have got yourself a problem here. You will be darn lucky to find the ground , it's so dark. But I couldn't stay up there all night, so I had to put the flight on the ground and soon!

On final approach I could see where the lighter color of the sky met the darker color of the ground. I knew that the grass alongside the runway was about three feet tall. So when I descended to the point where it was all dark I knew I had to be about 3 feet above the runway.

I leveled the gyro, and pulled the throttle back to idle and just let the gyro gently descend in a level attitude. It did feel good when the wheels touched down and I knew I was firmly and safely on the ground . By then it was really pitch dark . I could have kissed the ground I was so happy to have put the gyro on the ground when I couldn't even see the ground. But I was a super-duper gyro pilot and I was getting paid big money to fly for the movie so I restrained myself and didn't kiss the ground! You can be sure that I didn't let myself get in a bind like that again.

That little adrenalin rush from the night time landing didn't make me dislike flying during the late evening peaceful time of day but I never cut it that close again.

There is something so wonderful and serene late in the day during that time after dinner and before full dark when the sky is a dark blue and the world is quiet. It's a time to reflect and rejoice that all is well in my world and I am thankful for it all.

Till next time.
Marion Springer
ddakota@earthlink.net

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Smart juvenile pigeon . The great outdoors is not for him!

One of the two young pigeons that I set free yesterday is back in a cage in the house today. I mentioned before that some of them have a problem adjusting to the outside and this one did. The other pigeon that was released at the same time took to his freedom immediately. but this one, the one with the damaged beak was very scared and timid. He did leave the outside cage today but it was obvious that he was not comfortable. He relaxed when I picked him up to bring him back into the house.

His timidness would make him vulnerable to predators so I brought him back into the house and tonight he is one happy juvenile pigeon in his newly cleaned cage. It's my guess that he remembers that he was almost pecked to death in an outside cage like the one he was in today, Old memories die hard. Maybe in a week or so we will see if he is ready to face the great outdoors again . Then again, maybe he's no dummy... he is back inside where it's warm and safe and food is plentiful. He might never want to leave!

And Hop-Along just amazes me. He is playing with a string of plastic balls ( a toy for parakeets ) that is hanging in his cage. Maybe he is just bored! That ungrateful bird, he pecks my hand every time I reach into his cage to replinish his food and water. I guess if he wasn't tough he wouldn't have survieved the vicious attack that left him with one wing. It's amazing that he survived...when he was brought in, besides his broken wing dragging the ground, he had a chunk missing from the back of his head and his crop was torn open .

We could see seeds that he had eaten through the gaping wound in his chest. I thought his food and water would just go in his mouth and right on out through his chest. Taking him to a doctor was financially out of the question so we just decided to do what we could for him and if he made it , great, if not, then it wasn't meant to be. The hole in his chest healed as did the one on the back of his head. He even looks fine now. I'm glad he survived. It says what a fighter he is!

Tomorrow is the day that Linda will be home. Smart kid, summer is over and the weather is much more user-friendly now. She missed those three digit summer days we had this summer. It does take awhile to get climatized to desert summers. I will be happy to have her home.

Till next time.
Marion Springer
ddakota@earthlink.net

Monday, October 09, 2006

A new Week and Linda is coming home Wednesday!

Today is a good day. I had a most enjoyable weekend with good gyro friends and today we start a new week. The high point of this week is that my daughter Linda,will be coming home on Wednesday. It will be good to have her home .

Early this morning I set two young pigeons free. They are called juveniles at their age which is about 2 1/2 to 3 months. The first one is a chick from a found egg that Coo hatched and raised to this age. The other one is a young bird I brought into the house when he was a baby . I found it bleeding from an attack from a setting hen. She had pecked holes in his head and in his beak.

He had all kinds of problems with his beak before it finalled healed. I wasn't sure it ever would and I was worried about him. He should be OK if the other birds don't pick on him because his beak looks different from the other birds.

It's probably as traumatic for me as it is for the young birds when I set them free. I start by placing them in one of the big cages in the yard. I leave the cage door open so they can go out or not as they choose. Usually they will stay in the cage all day for the first day. At nigh I close the cage door to keep night time predators out.

It doesn't take long before the newly freed birds are accepted by the other birds and are mixing in with them. There was one young bird awhile back that didn't adjust to his freedom at first. He would seek me out and sit near me when I was outside. He did that for several days so finally I brought him back inside for a week then re-released him. That time he adjusted well to being free and paid me no never mind when I was outside.

And there is Hop-Along. He is one strong bird. It's interesting to see him flap his good wing and the one inch or so stub of his missing wing. All his terrible looking injuries have healed and he seems content to be inside and cared for. He is a survivor!

Ok, time for me to get back to work on sculpting a White Buffalo Woman doll for Britta.

Til next time
Marion Springer
ddakota@earthlink.net

Sunday, October 08, 2006

One Happy Woman !

If there ever was a happy woman, it was Tina Tyler yesterday morning, Saturday, Oct, 7, 2006 when she soloed her Vortex gyro. I had been coaching her for a couple weekends in crow hops and the basics of properly getting a gyro into the air.

On Saturday morning early she made several 'balancing on the mains' taxi runs then with Dave, Teddy and me pacing along side her in a SUV she added just a bit more power and the gyro lifted off very beautifully . The take off was picture perfect. She came off in a level attitude, flew very solid and stable for about 150 feet at about 3 feet off the deck.

She then reduced power to idle and made a perfect landing. Then she yelled loud in absolute joy! And Teddy...sitting there with camera at the ready to catch the first lift-off, completely forgot the camera and just sat there open mouthed and watched the solo. So we have no pictures of the first take-off. Guess we will just have to see if she will do it again, and get a photo next time.

Tina wasn't the only one who was happy that day. Teddy, Dave and I shared her joy. She had to leave early to get back home and to work but that didn't stop the three of us from celebrating her accomplishment with a good dinner, barbequed by Teddy. Then we re-lived the morning over and over in conversation. The solo will live in Tina's memory forever and it will be a wonderful memory for her three side-kicks as well.

I tell you, I hang out with some pretty good people. we all speak the same language and that is gyros, of course .

Till next time
Marion Springer
ddakota@earthlink.net

Friday, October 06, 2006

Summer is over

Last week it was summer and now it isn't. It seems like we have only two seasons here in the high desert, summer and winter. It's either hot or it's cold, no in between weather where the days are just shirt sleeve pleasant.

I was pretty well climatized to hot weather before moving here because Docko and I spent 20 years in Tracy, Ca. and summers there are very hot. The big difference between Tracy's hot summer days and hot desert days is that in the desert it does cool down at night where in Tracy, if it's 108 degrees in the daytime it's 108 degrees at night.

But there are many wonderful things about desert living and one gets used to summer heat.

The El Mirage dry lake bed is one of the wonderful attractions of the high desert. Located about midway between Palmdale on the west and Victorville on the east, it really sits out in the middle of nowhere. I heard a woman who was here on her first visit tell a joke...I can't remember anything about the joke except that whatever happened took place at the end of the earth...the woman interrupted her story at that point and said, " I don't know why they didn't just take it to El Mirage". So I guess to her El Mirage is the end of the earth.

One time a pick-up with two men in it who were lost stopped at my home. They had come from Nevada to visit someone who lived even father out than we do. they had driven many miles over rough dirt roads and didn't have any idea where they were. the driver asked me, " How do we get out of here ?". I asked him where he wanted to go. " To civilization !", he answered.

Tomorrow morning bright and early I will be out on the lake bed again coaching Tina as she learns all about her Vortex gyro. She is taxiing and ground handling her gyro very well. Now we want to get her to the point of balancing on the main wheels for long distances at a time. When she can do that she will be ready to lift her gyro off the ground . She has been able to balance very briefly for short distances . A little more practice and she will be ready to lift off. So, I'm hoping for a beautiful calm, no wind day tomorrow , at least in the morning.

Patience and self discipline are prime requirements in gyro learning and flying. Several years ago I had a call from a man who had a new Air Command gyro. He inquired about flight training and wanted to know generally what our flight training consisted of. I explained our training and that it starts with learning the various steps of the take-off. It's like building a house, you must start with a solid foundation or the house won't be well-built or safe. The man indicated that our method of instructing was just what he needed.

He said he had had two hours of instruction from one instructor and two hours from another instructor and both of them took him to altitude immediately and began the air work, you know, climbs, descents, turns, etc. He said he would call me in two weeks to make an appointment with us for the complete flight training program...I didn't hear from again. Then one day a few weeks later someone came in from the lake and said a gyro had crashed. we went out to see if we could help but the pilot was dead. It was the man who had said he wanted to come for training. I guess he had second thoughts about it and decided to try it on his own with only fours total of flight instruction . It took him about one minute to destroy a beautiful gyro and to eliminate himself. In the gyro impatience is a fast way to self-destruction.

Today I went down the road to visit with my gyro buddy Teddy. It was too cold and windy to sit on the porch and visit so we took shelter from the weather and visited in his motor home. He is getting closer and closer to being a full time resident and neighbor for today he put up his house number on his fence and tomorrow his mail box goes up. Looks like he is here to stay.

Till next time
Marion Springer
ddakota@earthlink.net

Monday, October 02, 2006

Tina's working diligently on crow hops.

We almost got rained on yesterday...did in fact get about two minutes of sprinkles. The sky was dark and cloudy all day and it looked like rain and smelled like rain and then just a sprinkle or two. It was enough water to settle the dust on the dry lake, however. The So. Ca. Timing Association had their time trials on the lake just a week or so before the gyro fly-in. The racers leave the lake surface covered with fine talcum-like dust and when the wind blows it's like grey fog everywhere. So the tiny bit of rain helped to pack the dust and the lake was absolutely beautiful this morning. It was shiny and smooth and would have made a perfect roller skating rink.

I was out on the lake again this morning coaching Tina in crow hops . She was in her Vortex gyro. We quit when the wind came up. Yesterday we put in several hours with her taxieng and getting the feel of balancing on the main wheels. All the while her guy Dave, drove the pick-up alongside as she made runs down the lake and I sat on the passenger side of the truck giving her hand signals and generally trying to help her... Oh my kingdom for a two place powered trainer!

I feel that if I could ride beside her for awhile and walk her through every step of the crow hop process it would be so much easier for her to do it on her own. But we will persevere and before long she will be flying .

Most new gyro pilots have a difficult time with self-restraint...they generally want to surge ahead and get up there in the air before they are ready. I'm happy to say that Tina is staying with the program and not rushing. We don't set goals, such as, " Today I will fly this machine ". Rather, we say , " today we will practice this particular step and when it becomes easy to do, then we will go on to the next step". It's the only practical way of getting there without bending something.

The stage of learning where Tina is is very difficult, but only for the first few hours. Everytime she goes out again on her gyro she relaxes a little more, learns a little more and begins to notice slight wind changes , even relaxes enough to look around a bit and gets a better feel of her gyro . And really , all those things are hard for the beginner to do when out on a powerful gyro all alone. So, we take baby steps and in time Tina will get to the point of lifting off the ground and flying her gyro. I look forward to clipping her shirt tail when she solos in the not too distant future!

One very good thing that Tina has is Dave Bacon another gyro pilot, who is right there to help her with her gyro and look out for her well being in gyros. Having someone who really cares is wonderful. They make a good team.

Till next time.
Marion Springer
ddakota@earthlink.net