I was cleaning the belly of my Mooney a while back following an annual inspection, and not enjoying the task.
Rod Machado is at the leading edge of the latter group, and his instruction books on the various aspects of learning to fly are some of the most readable and entertaining you'll ever encounter.
Mooneys have always had a charismatic appeal that seems to transcend their talents.
As one who has struggled across a few oceans in a variety of single- and twin-engine piston and turbine airplanes, I've been subjecting my ears to a long-term deluge of noise pollution.
In keeping with the bylaws of ethnocentrism, everyone judges the rest of the world by their own standards.
Diesel engines have been around for flying machines since the German rigid airships of the early 20th century.
As pilots, we're used to planning flights, and we know preparing for all eventualities helps ensure safer and less stressful flights. ...
With no form of motive power on the nose or wings, you might expect gliders to have limited altitude capability, but I quickly learned that's not the case. ...
The year was 1867. The price was $7.2 million. The seller was Russia. The prize was Alaska.
I'm one of those strange nutcases who has been flying with dogs for nearly as long as I've been flying, about 45 years.
At 0800, the engines begin to crank over. The field begins to rumble as the sounds of the props turn.
Handshakes are offered all around as the early morning quiet muffles discussions about density altitude and engine cooling.
I bought my first airplane, a Globe Swift, from a retired petroleum engineer and A&P mechanic who had lavished hundreds of hours on his airplane. ...
Last month, I made my first general aviation trip to Canada, as copilot of a Pilatus PC-12.
It was 1998, and my ride was one of the last of the Mooney MSEs, better known as the 201.
It was late December, and I had been stuck in Guam for five days, waiting for a stubborn typhoon to move out of the way between America's westernmost territory and Japan.
The love bite of beguiling trade winds, the rolling slap of crystal, turquoise waters against varnished gunnels and a primal urge to explore magical places can become a sailor's undying passion.
I was delivering a Malibu to Neuquen, Argentina, a few years ago, flying the route we usually take to Patagonia in South America.
New airplanes sell (or don't sell) for a variety of reasons.
It all started back in Kenya, spending countless hours sorting out the authorizations that are required to undertake a trip through Africa. ...
I had delivered the Beech Duke to Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates, five months before on the premise that the airplane might be able to improve rainfall. ...
BSFA, which began selling lots in 2008, has several attributes that many pilots and homeowners would likely agree put it in the ideal category. ...
I called up Flight Watch crossing the Colorado River at Lake Havasu and learned that most of the Los Angeles Basin was rapidly deteriorating toward IFR minimums. ...
The Pan-American Highway threads its way steeply uphill out of Santiago, Chile, climbing into the rarified air of South America's high Andes. ...
Many things draw people from around the world to the 700 islands that make up the Commonwealth of the Bahamas, off the southeastern coast of Florida. ...
You can swap your house, timeshare, antiques and collectibles. So why not swap airplanes?
Like most new pilots, I began my career renting airplanes and flying with as many friends as I could to mitigate the cost.
Like any aircraft owner, I take every opportunity to fly my Mooney rather than the airlines on any semi-short trip.
Sometimes, it seems unfair that we pilots have more convenient access to the most beautiful spots in the world than ground-locked souls.
I have a friend who owns a 36 Bonanza, and though his airplane has always been a dozen or so knots faster than my LoPresti Mooney, he's consistently envied my airplane's lower fuel burn.