I’ve been an accidental student of ornithology for as long as I’ve been alive—and that’s a long time.
Being a professional aerobatic and race pilot for the past several years has given me the opportunity to meet many civilian, military, helicopter, fixed-wing, professional and recreational pilots.
Number One’s three-blade prop begins to turn-cough-turn. The engine whines, whines, then belches out clots of smoke as the big Wright Cyclone thunders to life. Joe Colmer, 93, feels the rumble through the metal seat.
We familiarly call them “George” or “Otto.” But Avidyne’s DFC90 autopilot makes a strong case for being called “Doctor” George or “Professor” Otto.
It was discovered last September that my open-cockpit biplane, a Starduster Too, needed an engine overhaul.
Ensuring that there’s a safety margin in everything we do is fundamental to aviation accident avoidance.
Writing for a major aviation publication like Plane & Pilot feels sometimes like being a time traveller.
The other day, I got yet another nastygram. This one from an individual who had read somewhere that my airplane has no mufflers.
He hasn’t been out of GA for very long, but as far as the developments he’s missed, nothing comes close to the strides made in avionics over the last few years.
When the space shuttle reenters the earth’s atmosphere, it becomes nothing more than a huge glider—with a pretty awful glide ratio—and the shuttle commander gets just one chance to land.
It’s probably the most common question I hear at air shows and conventions such as Sun ’n Fun, AirVenture, AOPA, NBAA and Reno.
I’m one fortunate aviator. My professional career has coincided with the 30-year flight history of the Space Shuttle program.
The Pacific Prowler, a Texas-based nonprofit organization, is looking for GA pilots who can fly the group’s North American B-25 Mitchell bomber and a C-47 Gooney. Top Stories
In 2007, a quintessential “garage inventor” named Randall Fishman showed up out of nowhere at Oshkosh AirVenture with an electric-powered ultralight—and quietly turned the aviation world on its ear.
It started at Disneyland, holding my daughter Elena’s hand, when my cell phone rang.
You might think that FAA airworthiness, inspection and record-keeping requirements virtually guarantee that any airplane you buy is going to be in superb condition. ...
Behold the home of the $100 hamburger, the remnants of a life gone by, when linen-covered, nitrate-doped biplanes landed in potato fields and took small-town kids for rides on balmy summer days.
I was recently posed with a seemingly simple question: What was your first airplane?
The Bahamas has changed its rules to allow U.S.-based sport pilots to operate in its airspace. Top Stories ...
I’ve always admired—and envied—bush pilots.
Okay, right up front, in an attempt to stop short any angry letters from Swift owners, I loved my little Swift.
What’s the next big leap in aviation? I think about this stuff all the time.
The heart and soul of civilization, if you buy the exhaustively researched conclusions in Matt Ridley’s top-selling book The Rational Optimist, has been trade between the world’s people, from the very beginnings of humankind’s first yearning to...
Buying your first airplane is exciting and confusing, all at once.
In 2007 I had been going to Moab, Utah, for four years—hiking, running and sightseeing—and I was 20 years a pilot with my own Cherokee 140.
One of the truly wondrous things about general aviation is the ease with which you can reach vacation sites that would be a hassle via road, ferry or airline transportation.
Recently, a gentleman e-mailed me who had invested a ways back in an LSA company, not because he expected to become the next Piper, Flight Design, Rans or Legend Cub, but because, in his own words, "I just love airplanes." A lifelong...
“Athlete” isn’t a word that’s often equated with pilots, but Red Bull Air Race pilots are athletes in every way.
The iPad is slick, dazzling and infinitely upgradeable, with over 100,000 applications in Apple’s App Store.
Do you remember when life was slow enough that we used to sit around in front of the hangar, the sun making us feel like reptiles soaking up the warmth, before bundling ourselves into our respective flying machines to go test fate?