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Wednesday, October 1, 2008 Light-Sport Chronicles: A Tale Of Two CountriesIn which princes and paupers strive to survive “interesting times” |
Wednesday, October 1, 2008 GA & The EnvironmentKeeping our skies clean |
Tuesday, September 30, 2008 From The Arctic To The TropicsFlying the Greenland ice cap |
Monday, September 1, 2008 In This TogetherHigh fuel? Plunging dollar? We say, “bah!” |
Monday, September 1, 2008 From The Editor: The Call Of TechnologyThe changing face of aviation
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008 Why I Go to OshkoshIt’s personality, not flying skills |
Thursday, June 19, 2008 From The Editor: Lessons LearnedIn and out of the airI can only imagine the first day back to school for Rinker Buck in the fall of 1966. As his classmates recounted tales of riding bikes around the block and jumping in the neighbor’s pool, Rinker’s version of “what I did this summer” must have been a showstopper. “Well, my brother and I flew an airplane from New Jersey to California in only six days,” the 15-year-old could have said. |
Sunday, June 1, 2008 State Of The LSA IndustryThe future looks bright |
Sunday, June 1, 2008 From The Editor: Snapped Out Of ComplacencyDon't get too comfortableOn a recent flight from Los Angeles to Dallas, I was nearing a pit stop in Albuquerque when the radio crackled with the following: “Thunderbird One, you’re cleared direct Red Ridge.” “Hmm, can it be the T-Birds?” I thought as I sped toward the Lone Star State. The controller inquired about their loose formation, and the lead T-Bird confirmed their staggered positioning. Must be them, I gathered, and I looked down to the screens for traffic info, flicking the sensitivity from NORM to UNLTD in hopes of seeing something. Well, wouldn’t you know it, up pops a return moving quickly in the opposite direction, 7,900 feet above at my 11 o’clock. |
Thursday, May 29, 2008 Contact: Filling The Generation GapAirparks, theme parks and warbirdsIn the Siegfried family tree, there’s a Cub that flies from branch to branch, as each generation introduces the next to aviation. Whereas some parents pressure their kids to play piano or throw a football, the Siegfried’s child-rearing checklist revolves around taildraggers. “Old Bob” took his first flight in a J-3 in 1943; his five children each soloed gliders at age 14 and Cubs at 16. And while granddaughter McKinley’s classmates were cavorting on spring break this year, the high schooler devoted 50 hours per week to building a Texas Sport Cub, the kit version of an American Legend Cub, with her father. We joined them in Lakeland, Fla., where 16-year-old McKinley soloed the low-and-slow derivative, extending family tradition another generation. |







