I was delivering a Malibu to Neuquen, Argentina, a few years ago, flying the route we usually take to Patagonia in South America.
We can't be flying all the time, though some would prefer it. I admit I'm a lousy spectator.
Roaming through the expansive winged carnival that is the annual Sun 'n Fun International Fly-In & Expo, I fairly marvel each year at how much changes from visit to visit—and how much doesn't.
Rather than just hand-wringing at the inability of general aviation to bring its accident rates in line with those of the scheduled airlines, the NTSB is trying to cajole and educate pilots and others who might have some influence.
I've decided that I don't know a damn thing about airplanes and even less about flight instructing.
When was the last time you drove down to 7-Eleven on a sizzling-hot summer afternoon to buy a Lotto ticket, came back with what you hoped were the winning numbers, and your car refused to start because of the heat?
So now what? You've earned the private certificate and are happily amassing flight time with all kinds of aerial adventures.
It's a story of deserted beaches, do-it-yourself runways, a wildebeest migration, fee negotiations, active volcanoes and two highly modified Super Cubs. ...
New airplanes sell (or don't sell) for a variety of reasons.
One more thing: She just earned her sport-pilot wings. And she did it all from a wheelchair.
On the back of the sheath, it says, "A.F. Linde, O-930832." That was the pilot's name and service number.
When you think of camping with an airplane in the backcountry, a Cirrus—known for its luxury cross-country capabilities—probably isn't the first thing that comes to mind. ...
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. ...
A student may show an initial tendency to move the bar in the direction of the desired turn.
A leading aviation magazine recently ran a story that proclaimed the LSA industry as a "segment in critical condition."
Last week, one of those moments had me trying to fish my phone out from under my five-point harness—and failing.
When we ask pilots what their dream airplane is, we rarely receive a one-airplane reply.
After going to an air show in Canada and a competition in Wisconsin in 1983, I knew that flying aerobatics was what I was meant to do.
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. ...
All of us have curious habits that we'd just as soon have no one know about.
In our first two summaries of LSA pilot opinion, we covered the LSA Who/What/When/Where basics.
One of the great joys of this job is that I've been allowed to interview and get to know some of the most interesting pilots in aviation.
Northern Idaho is an adventure pilot's dreamland, with dozens of backcountry strips, stunning mountain flying and sizeable lakes perfect for seaplanes. ...
The Pan-American Highway threads its way steeply uphill out of Santiago, Chile, climbing into the rarified air of South America's high Andes. ...
Last month, through our survey, we met our group of respondents and found out what light-sport aircraft (LSA) they fly.
One of the great things about aviation is that people are drawn together by this unique avocation as if they were members of a fraternity or sorority. ...
Does any one actually not like warbirds?
I love early mornings in Tsavo. ...
Like most new pilots, I began my career renting airplanes and flying with as many friends as I could to mitigate the cost.
Sometimes, I like to douse my assumptions and fantasies with a cup of cold, real-world info about the kinds of LSA flying all you folks are actually doing, versus what I might imagine you're doing.