2012 Fly Baby Jamboree and Fly-In



Overview:

Report from Brian Kissenger, the organizer of the Fly-In:

The First Annual Fly-Baby Fly-In at Mt Vernon, IL was held on a B-E-A-U-tiful Fall day with temperatures in the low 70s and a nice breeze out of the West. The day before brought approximately 3” of rain, but by the morning of the Fly-In was “Severe Clear” with a good tailwind for “Fly Baby Bob” from H49.

Big things begin and all in attendance were happy to be the “Founding Fathers (and Mothers)” of this fine event.


While we all hope to be around for more Fly Baby Fly-Ins for years to come, we reminded the youngest attendee, 10 year old Amber “Ajax” Aanstad, of the importance of this day and to pass the Good News of the Pete Bowers design for many generations to come.

It was a wonderful day at Mt Vernon and we know that, just like when Pete started the Fly Baby concept, that Big things begin small & that the most important thing to do is to just begin!  Thanks for coming if you made it and we hope to see you next year if you didn't.

Get & Keep 'em Flying! BKK

Some Details

Report from Brian Kissenger, the organizer of the Fly-In: Others in Attendance for the Fly-Baby Fly-In:



Ron's Report

Brian covered it all, but I thought I'd add my own experiences.

I flew commercial into St. Louis the day before the event.  Brian mentioned the three inches of rain received that day; my airliner landed right in the middle of one of the huge spates of rain, dodging thunderstorms on the way it.  It was probably the roughest approach that I'd ever ridden on.  I had to wait an extra 45 minutes, as, because of the thunderstorm, the airport had shut down the ramp and the luggage couldn't be unloaded.  (Why did I need check-in luggage for a two-night stay?  Goodies for the Fly-In!)

I finally picked up my bag, got my rental car...and drove into the thunderstorm.  I had about 60 miles to go to my hotel, and it rained--hard--all the way.  Once I got off the interstate, it was two-lane roads and they were dark.  Towns were few and the rain cut off any real skyglow.  Lightning flashes gave a bit of a stroboscopic display all the way to the hotel.  Took about an hour and a half.  I was totally lost most of the way, relying solely on my portable GPS.

Originally, the Fly-In was to be held in Sparta, Illinois.  However, the airport people there got nervous about, you guessed it, liability, so Brian had had to make a last-minute change to Mount Vernon.  I had made non-refundable hotel reservations when the plan had been to hold the Fly-In in Sparta, so I ended up staying 60 miles from the Fly-In site.

After all the sturm und drang of my arrival, Saturday dawned gorgeous.  Clear skies and temperatures in the 70s. I had brought a number of items for the Fly-In, including some big sheets of photos (on good-quality paper), the "Fly Baby" banner that Drew Fidoe's wife had made, a set of plans for give-away, and my equipment bag with my good camera.  These went into the rental car.   I had printed up a big version of my "Fly Baby History" poster and shipped it to Sparta Airport, so that was my first stop that morning.  It was right there waiting for me.  Next door was a Wal-Mart, where I picked up a foam-core display board and some binder clips.  The display board was exactly the size of my poster (Architecture "E", four feet by two feet).  Then hit the road!

Driving through the thunderstorm the previous night, I hadn't had a chance to see the area.  The drive took about an hour, two-lane roads through some very pretty country.  I grew up in North Dakota, and driving through the rural areas really brought me back  Traffic was light to non-existent, and the roads were paved and (mostly) in good shape.  Sparta is southwest of Mt. Vernon, and there's no direct road...just a lot of left turns followed by right turns as I followed the section lines.  Me and the GPS had a pretty continuous conversation all the way.

One thing that caught me was how green everything was.  The midwest was hit with severe drought and heat this summer, and I was surprised that the countryside looked so fresh and green.

Then I drove past the first cornfield.  Stunted, brown, destroyed.  They were all like that.

Turns out that Hurricane Issac had brought a lot of rain to this area several weeks earlier.  Most everything had greened-up, but it had been too late to save the corn.

After about an hour on the road, I hit the outskirts of Mt. Vernon.  The GPS led me through the town right to the airport.  As I parked, I could see a Fly Baby sitting by a hangar.

Getting TO it was interesting.  The wind was really blowing, and I was carrying that big 'ol posterboard.  It had folded in thirds, but it was still interested in climbing out and shooting a few touch-and-goes.  Got to the airplane, met a few of the Fly Baby guys, who helped me clamp the poster to the formboard.

Propping it up in such a strong wind was a poser, until we figured out that we could wedge it underneath a fire extinguisher on a nearby pole.  The sheets of photos sat OK flat on the ground in front of it, but we soon transferred them to the chainlink fence behind the plane.

Bob's was the only airplane to make it.  The weather had actually flooded the runway at one local airport that had Fly Babies based, and the uncertainty over the weather prevented others from making the trip.  But hey...we had just as many Fly Babies as Oshkosh did!

I'm kind of fond of Bob's airplane.  It was one of the first I put up on my new Fly Baby web page, about fifteen years ago.  That was about three owners ago!  The plane has that attractive Air Mail paint scheme and the rare A65-3 engine.  The -3 has its exhaust outlets on top of the cylinders, rather than below.  Here's a picture of the plane being flown by a previous owner.

N12049 has another interesting feature...the STA 5 bulkhead was modified to let the seat sit back a bit further for more legroom.  Compare the older photo with the one from the Fly-In...notice the curve of the cockpit coaming is flatter.  We poked around quite a bit, feeling under the turtledeck at the structural modifications that had been necessary.

As the day went on, more and more Fly Baby guys showed up, and we had a great time standing around and talking about our favorite airplane.

When the problems had arisen at Sparta, Brian had to change venues quickly.  There wasn't much time to make arrangements at another local field, but fortunately the Midwest LSA show had been scheduled for Mt. Vernon...and that's why we ended up there.  This turned out to be serendipitous.  We didn't have to arrange insurance, figure out how to handle parking or transportation, arrange food and drink, etc.  Brian talked to the LSA folks, and they were glad to host us...and they were great hosts.

It not only gave us other interesting airplanes to wander around and poke at, it let us expose more people to the concept of the Fly Baby.  I went into my full fly-in mode (Drew can attest to what THAT'S like!) and spent much of the day explaining the aircraft's features and history.

They had a very nice place for my presentation, and we had more than ten people show up.  I talked for almost an hour and a half, by which point the show was starting to close down.  I raffled off a set of Fly Baby plans, and Bob Hamilton won.  Gives him a maintenance manual for his airplane.  Most folks had to head home, but me and three other Fly Baby nuts went into town and had a good meal at a local restaurant.

Before we broke up for the day, I mentioned that I had most of Sunday free (my plane didn't leave 'til 5) and was planning to go to a local aviation museum.  Bob suggested that I go to Creve Coeur airport instead, home of the Historic Aircraft Restoration Museum

We spread the word, and a bunch of us showed up at Creve Coeur the following afternoon.

The museum is unprepossessing, from the outside...just four gray hangars without ground-level windows.  As you can see, no glass entries, no fancy signs.

But inside...sheesh!

Some very, VERY cool airplanes there.  Almost all biplanes through the 1930s, with a ton of Wacos.  Al Stix, the museum director, was our tour guide.  He had flown most of the airplanes, and gave us vivid descriptions of what they were like to fly.  Most of these airplanes were not pleasant or easy!  And most of them are kept in flying condition.  Not at the stage where they can just roll them outside of the hangar and fly them, but sufficiently equipped and prepared that just a few hours' work would do it.  They get requests all the time for airplanes for movie work...but the producers invariably want them to fly the planes to California for a few hours of shooting.  Pretty involved trip, for most of these planes.

I had only a bit of time, and saw just two of the hangars.  The two that impressed me the most were the DH-4 (the only airworthy one in existence) and the Sopwith Pup.  DeHavilland always made nice-looking airplanes, and the "Flaming Coffin" was no exception.  In the picture below, the Standard J-1 from the movie "The Great Waldo Pepper" can be seen.  Brian Kissenger (the silver-tongued rascal) sweet-talked his way into getting permission to sit in both aircraft.



My other favorite was the Sopwith Pup.  It wasn't even an original plane (it's a replica) but it has three important elements you don't see very often:  It has an authentic LeRhone rotary engine, it has an operating Vickers .303 machine gun, and it has the interruptor gear that allows the gun to shoot through the propeller arc!  Al gave a great description of when he flew one day with a belt full of blanks.  The rate of fire depends on engine RPM... in a dive, with the engine running fast, there's only time to shoot a few bullets between the propeller blades.  But when you pull up and the engine slows down, the rate of fire increases!

I was sorry I had only a limited time, and missed what was in the other hangars.  Maybe next year!

Ron Wanttaja


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