Under the Wing of Wayne's SportHawk ...Always a Popular Hang Out at Clinton
On the morning of July 22, 2004 as the rosy
glow of dawn back lighted the Capitan Mountains The SportHawk and I started
our take off roll on runway 6 at Sierra Blanca airport on our thousand-mile
trip to Clinton. We climbed to 8000’ and stayed there until the terrain would
allow us to maintain 1000’+ AGL at 7500 MSL.
A little over four hours later we landed at Hutchinson, KN for fuel and a
stretch. When I checked the HUT weather radar I did not like what I saw. There
was an extensive area of inclement weather moving to the east north of Kansas
City and Clinton was reporting 400 feet with two miles of visibility. However,
Kirksville showed to be in the clear and so we launched to go have a look at
it.
A little northeast of Kirksville the ceilings began to lower and a call to
center indicated that there was no thunder ahead. I air filed with FSS and
picked up my clearance about 15 minutes north east of Kirksville. VFR at 7500
MSL I had been enjoying 150 to 155 MPH ground speeds in light to moderate
turbulence. ATC assigned 7000’ as my enroute altitude. Deciding that now would
be a good time to find out just how good/bad an instrument platform the 150 is
I turned off the autopilot. After about 45 minutes of hand flying in IMC with
some pretty substantial turbulence I asked Center for and was given 5000 MSL.
At 5000 the ride was smooth but I now had a 10 MPH headwind, I had been flying
in the shear zone between two winds of very different direction and velocity.
After about 30 minutes, about 20 miles South West of the Quad cities I decided
that I had proven to my self that I can hand fly the SportHawk in some pretty
rough IFR conditions. I had also established for myself that a 150 is a decent
IFR platform in smooth conditions but a miserable one in turbulence. Just as I
turned the autopilot one and started digging out the approach plates for
Clinton we flew out of the clag into visibility of about 10 miles with good
ceilings. We landed at Clinton after 8:48 of flying.
This was my third year at Clinton and I can truthfully say
that it just gets better every year. The event is so well organized that it
looks easy, although anyone who has ever worked such an event knows that it is
anything but easy. The last that I heard there were 60 planes in attendance.
Lori and Royson had all the ducks lined up for us and with the help of
tireless workers like Stephen Mayotte (who not only took care of the planning
and execution of the flying events but also very ably laid out the parking and
enlisted the aid of such stalwarts as Jeff Davis to assist in receiving
incoming aircraft.
As usual the flying events included throwing things out of airplanes, spot
landing and short take off contest. However, this year Steve added another
great event, a scavenger hunt, which consisted of flying a triangular course
of about 90 to 100 miles and observing things from both the air and on the
ground. Kirk Wennerstrom flew with me as observer, and boy is he ever
observant. About halfway through the event Kirk noticed that my volt meter was
reading 11.8 VDC rather than 13.8 VDC.
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We returned to Clinton to look for what I suspected to be a broken field wire. When I un-cowled the SportHawk a small crowd formed. Fortunately for me part of the crowd were Charles Hanna, Matthew Cummings and Jeff Davis. Since Rex has departed there is not a mechanic on the field so that my standard took kit of a $100 bill and a credit card was of little use. |
After some quick diagnosis it was determined that the ring lug on the field wire had broken. Charles drug out his very complete toolbox and in short order the field wire was reconnected. In the process of reconnecting the field wire some loose exhaust clamps, a loose scat hose clamp and a couple of missing baffle springs were found. With all of the expert eyes prying into the innards of the SportHawk she got the best engine compartment inspection she has ever had. How can I ever thank you guys enough? (I’ll figure out something.)
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With the deficiencies corrected Kirk and I mounted up and returned to the scavenger hunt. Due to Kirk’s keen powers of observation, all I did was drive, we ended up winning the event. I learned long ago while playing tennis doubles that the secret to winning is partner selection. To top it all Kirk told me to take the “Clyde” in as much as he already had one. |
Charles gave an excellent
and well-attended seminar on the care and feeding of nose struts. I counted
fifty-two interested folks hanging on his every word. Hopefully there will be
more of the same in the future.
Only twelve aircraft could take part in the short takeoff and spot landing
contests. There were some good examples of airmanship.
The egg drop contest was a hoot. Each of twelve teams packaged an egg for
dropping out of a 150/152 without breaking the hen fruit. The rule was simply
if it isn’t wet it survived; all twelve survived. I think that we simply
proved how robust the “fragile” really is. The main point of the project was a
co-operative effort in selecting the materials and designing a delivery
package. Great fun. It turned out that there was no real winner and no real
loser in the contest.
The banquet Saturday evening was roaring success. In addition to presenting
awards a new and very entertaining and enlightening contest was conducted.
Each person in attendance was given a 3”x5” card upon which they wrote
something about themselves that no one would know. Anyone guessing the author
won a “door prize”; if no one guessed correctly the author won the prize. When
the prizes had been exhausted Royson just read the cards and the author stood
up and acknowledged the statement.
The highlight of the banquet for me was when I was selected to take Clyde The
Flying Bear to Oshkosh and thence to West Texas and New Mexico.
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Thanks ever so much to all
of those who worked so hard to make the
Clinton event such a pleasurable
experience. There is no way that we can fully express our appreciation for
your imagination and hard work. The club members that missed Clinton this year really missed a grand experience. |
Do yourself a favor and start planning to attend next year, I have.
I little before noon a
flight of four 150/152 departed CWI for OSH. With a fuel stop at Portage, WI we arrived over Ripon about
1:00. I was prepared for mass confusion in the vicinity of Oshkosh; I couldn’t
have been more wrong. Just follow the railroad tracks from Ripon, make a
slight right turn and land on runway 9 then get in the grass to make room for
the plane behind you. I have been to a lot of pancake breakfasts that were a
lot more stressful. Those tower guys have their act together, as does everyone
at Airventure.
I expected Oshkosh to be really big; it is huge. There is just no way that
anyone could imagine the size and scope of AirVenture without being there. The
event is a miracle of efficiency and organization.
I had been led to expect a very expensive event; again not so. The camping fee
is a bit stiff at $17 per day but for that you not only get a parking spot but
hot showers and almost free transportation to the main entrance (you can make
a voluntary contribution of $0.25 for each bus ride, the trolley is totally
free. I had a hot breakfast (sausage and eggs with coffee) each morning for
about $6, not too bad.
After spending three days gawking at every imaginable make and model of
airplane, poking through the flee market and pestering the commercial vendors
I told Clyde that it was time to head southwest. I got a thorough briefing at
the mobile FSS at the main gate. The briefing promised clear skies and light
tail winds all the way from OHS to MDD. Didn’t happen just that way. All the
way to our first fuel stop at Chillicothe, MO we had 20 to 25 MPH headwinds.
The computer showed a band of low ceilings with light to moderate rain
southwest of KC. Leaving Chillicothe we stayed low in preparation for the low
stuff ahead. We weren’t disappointed. Southwest of KC the clouds began to
lower and center told me that there were embedded thunderstorms out there too.
No IFR for me that day. As the ceiling approached 1000 AGL I turned north and
wound up stopping at Salina, KN; bad choice. SLN is a huge airport with lots
of construction and controllers with a bad attitude. Throw in $2.97 fuel and a
restricted area to the southwest and a hot MOA to the west and you have just
about defined a sorry fuel stop. To boot stopping that soon prevented me from
making the trip in two stops.
We worked our way through the special use air space and turned southwest again
at Russell. A few miles farther to the southwest we encountered a solid line
of thunderstorms running north and south extending to about half way between
Amarillo and Lubbock.
As we approached Lubbock my fuel computer told me that I had just over an hour
of fuel remaining. I tuned in Lubbock approach about 50 miles out and after a
couple of minutes I checked to be sure that I had used the correct frequency,
the air was completely dead. Things changed very quickly though; it seems that
all of the airlines serving Lubbock had scheduled a flight to arrive exactly
when I did. Being a little 150 a got a vector about 20 miles to the east of
LBB before I was allowed to turn in to the airport. When I landed my fuel
computer told me that I had 35 minutes of fuel left. (A good reason for using
a one hour reserve rather than the FAA’s 30 minutes). After a leisurely fuel
stop of 45 minutes Clyde and I were on our way to our last one-hour leg to
Midland Air Park.
After leaving OCH at 6:15 AM we arrived at MDD at 8:25 PM, 14:10 of travel.
Needless to say Clyde and I were both weary.
We spent Thursday running errands in Midland and getting some badly needed
rest and recuperation before flying off to Ruidoso, NM at daybreak on Friday
morning.
What a great week! Seven days totally immersed in aviation! Can’t wait until
next year.
Wayne Westerman
150WW
Midland, TX