Friday, May 9, 2008

can you hear me now?

Wife, it seems has gotten on to my blog, so maybe it is in fact alive. The best value today in a used aircraft is a Piper PA-22 Colt. Buy one for $12k. They're pretty cool to fly, kind of rugged like a Cub. They are basically a clipped wing Cub. But you have radios, xpndr, starter, lights,etc. and a nose wheel. Cubs cost $40K. I have a few Colt stories. When I was a kid I used to rent planes from Brinkerhoff( a whole other set of stories) and sometimes the planes were all booked up especially on weekends. But he had this Colt which was in marginal shape and always available. He used to use it for parts runs to other airports. So after I was told there was nothing available to rent at all, I would say "what about the Colt?' Then he would look out the window( I guess to see if the Colt still existed), and say "it may not start" as he handed me the keys and a little clipboard. Sometimes he would offer a little plastic box of fuses because you would need them. The Colt would always have a dead battery, but after some good pull throughs and prime and a nice snappy hand prop she would always start. The spare fuses were for later, if you needed lights or radios. I logged many a happy hour as a young private pilot in that Colt that no one else wanted to fly. One of the instructors was telling us one day about the "old runway" there at Brinkerhoffs and a kind of a dare or bet was set up and I watched that instructor land that Colt on a 150 ft. stretch of old cracked aspalt and weeds. He may have used up what was left of "my" brakes. Nobody flat-hats like that anymore. One more thing: the reason I love the Colt may simply be because it was the airplane I joined the mile-high club in.

1 comment:

BD said...

Don't know how you ever got that airplane a mile high. I never did. But I did have one fateful flight in it worth remembering. The day before my 17th birthday I was sent on one of those parts runs to pick up some dope. (I was recovering a Stinson and it seems the stuff made the fabric look good, if you can imagine) Tiny the mechanic sent me off to the Queen City airport east of Philadelphia, which I discovered after landing was not the Queen City airport west of Philadelphia where Airtex the dope push... supplier was located. It was then I discovered the Jolt did not "always" start. The engine had Bendix Shower Spark magnetos that did not always shower spark. But I knew what to do and borrowed some tools from the ancient wooden hangar. Unfortunately I didn't know how to do it quickly and by the time the problem was fixed dark was happening. I knew better than to fly that bird at night so gave up with much disappointment, as my private pilot checkride was scheduled the next morning. While waiting for a cab to the motel, an elderly gentleman struck up a conversation and upon learning I worked at College Park asked how George Brinckerhoff was. When I told him that George had retired and that I worked for Jeff I was shocked to hear his comment about "that little asshole". But it turned out he owned the airport and invited me into his office. There he pulled a scrapbook out of his desk and opened it to a newspaper clipping dated 1922 from somewhere in Georgia about Barnstormers Coming to Town. He pointed to the photo of two young gents in front of a Standard biplane and said: "That's me with George and the plane we operated for two summers".
The next morning I picked up the dope but got back to CP too late for my checkride. But the little Colt had let me learn a little something, and whenever I saw George Brinckerhoff sitting in his Cadillac looking over his old airport I felt as if I shared a secret.
BD