It’s ironic that most general aviation pilots consider a possible engine failure as their greatest fear.
More than 500,000 people and 10,000 airplanes took part in the annual aviation mecca that is EAA AirVenture in Oshkosh, Wis.
Back in November 2008, when the CEOs of Chrysler, Ford and General Motors flew to Washington to ask for a government bailout, congressmen made much of the fact that the executives had all used corporate jets for the trip.
A fellow pilot once asked, "How long does it take to check out on skis?"
Not too long ago, I was looking forward to an hour or so of poking holes in the sky in a Piper Cherokee 180.
It's 95 degrees, and sweat is dripping down my face. The box suddenly seems impossibly small.
To help with my recent write-up on what's great about owning and flying LSA, I had the pleasure to jaw with several owners, from teachers to pleasure flyers. ...
Gulfstream Eight Charlie Charlie, go around. The airport is temporarily closed.
On an overcast, humid June day, I top a high dike built to prevent the Susquehanna River from flooding William T. Piper Memorial airport.
It never seems to matter what headset I'm wearing—when I'm flying over a large stretch of water, I can hear every single sound that the engine makes. ...
Ido some post-maintenance test flying for a Cessna 300/400 shop in Long Beach, and a month or so back, I got a call to fly a 421 just coming out of an annual inspection. ...
While a pilot needs to evaluate the consequences of making any decision, he or she needs to know that revising a decision is likely to make a bad situation even worse. ...
In 2007, a man no one in aviation had ever heard of walked onto the field at Oshkosh, strapped himself into a motorized hang-glider trike and took off. ...
For the last six months or so, every time we'd taxi out, my eyes would drift to one end of the jet ramp, and linger on a Falcon 10 that has been there for quite a while. ...
As pilots, we're constantly looking to challenge ourselves and learn more about flying.
Perhaps the most active thunderstorm area of the world is Darwin, Australia.
I've dedicated my entire adult life to the art form of air-show flying.
Secretary of Transportation Ray LaHood and FAA Administrator Randy Babbitt led the outcry of indignation when news broke that the lone controller on the overnight shift at Reagan National Airport (DCA) in Washington had fallen asleep
Weird, cool, authentic, bizarre, eccentric, spectacular: so begins my Adjective Hit Parade to describe the Criquet Storch.
Have you ever stood around the airport or at a fly-in, looked at some of your higher-mileage friends, and realized that even the gray dogs in the crowd act and look 15 years younger than you know them to be?
Each cross-country flight is an adventure, but when things don't go as planned, it doesn't have to become a misadventure.
What had begun as a simple, 4,500 nm, late-winter ferry flight in a capable airplane had deteriorated to an ignominious retreat.
Every year about this time, I like to catch up with Mike Adams, the ever-helpful Vice President of Underwriting at Avemco Insurance Company, to take a gander at LSA accident trends.
The little Piper PA-22 lifts off in a fraction of the runway at Council (K29), 60 miles east-northeast of Nome in western Alaska.
We were somewhere in the middle of the desert heading for my daughter's when my cell phone rang.
During World War II, I was a ferry pilot, flying military aircraft for the Air Transport Auxiliary (ATA).
There's a sign-in guestbook in the pilot's lounge at Avitat in Bangor, Maine, that contains the names and missions of most of the international ferry pilots who have come through here in the last 30 years.
No matter how much you love to fly, 14 hours of flight in one day is a long time. That's how long it took Cirrus pilot Matt Bergwall and me to return to California from Sun 'n Fun.
"If the mountain won’t come to Muhammad,” goes the ancient saying, “then Muhammad must go to the mountain.”
"I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things." —Antoine de Saint-Exupéry