Monday, November 1, 2004
The Leeward Air Ranch
Four generations of a flying family keep the tradition going
| Jimmy Leeward really never had much of a chance. His parents eloped in an Aeronca C-3. The couple settled down on a grass strip outside of Tarentum, Pa., and as soon as Jimmy could walk, he was at the airport, cleaning and eventually working on many airplanes. Of course, he, too, would become a pilot.|
Naturally, Jimmy taught both of his sons to fly—in a J-3 Cub. “But when it came time for Dirk to do his solo,” remembers Jimmy, “I wanted to make his first solo quite special, so on his 16th birthday, he soloed in the P-51. Then he flew the Cub, the T-6 and a friend’s Stearman, all within an hour. As a matter of fact, his very first flight in the Stearman was solo. Not too bad for your first solo and your 16th birthday!”
And it was soon after that, in high school, when Dirk took on a project of designing an airfield, referring to an FAA Airport Design Advisory Circular as his main resource. After he went to great lengths of actually getting an engineer involved, it was too much of a temptation for the whole Leeward clan to resist. The end result was the Leeward Air Ranch, a 6,200-foot, immaculately groomed grass strip north of Ocala, Fla. Jimmy and his family had come full circle by developing real estate around a runway.
“In 1980, we started putting the Air Ranch together. Dirk and I built the runway together. We ran the bulldozer and stripped as much as six to eight feet of dirt from the ground. We replaced it with sand and clay, and then seeded it with Argentine Bahia grass. It’s a resilient grass.”
|Recently, Jimmy was contacted by a man who wound up with the original Aeronca C-3 that Leeward’s parents used to elope. A scrapbook of photos of the original Aeronca, NC12496 (left), sits on the aircraft’s tail. Jimmy and Dirk stand in front of the restored aircraft (above).|
“Dirk and I are partners in this,” continues Jimmy. “And, so far, we’ve developed most of the west side; there are almost 200 homes here. We just started on the east side, and Dirk is building his own house next to our old gray barn of a hangar. We’ve had jets fly in and out; a B-25 used to live here, and we’ve even had B-17 hop rides from the Air Ranch. The runway is dry enough to use within an hour of the heaviest rain we’ve ever had. There are only a few rules here. First, to buy a home here, you have to be a pilot with a current medical. Second, each house has to have a hangar with an airplane in it. And third, I guess, is that you’ve got to love flying. Everyone else here does.
“My son, Chad, is selling Pilatus aircraft now,” explains Jimmy. “Dirk is teaching his son, Ryan, to fly in our Cub. His daughter likes to fly as well. He’s making flying a four-generation Leeward tradition. Dirk and Donna went on their honeymoon in his Ryan SCW.”
Jimmy had received an interesting piece of his family puzzle with the arrival of a letter just a few years ago. “This fellow wrote me a letter saying that he’s restoring an Aeronca C-3 and found my dad’s name on the owner’s list. Well, I went through our family scrapbook, and we soon found an article written about my dad and mom’s elopement. There was a picture of the airplane, and you could just make out the tail number—it was the same airplane that my mother and father flew off in to get married!”
Jimmy continues, “One thing led to another, and before long, we bought it from him. It’s pretty cool to be able to fly the same airplane they took on their honeymoon. It’s not fast, but then again, neither is our Cub.”
But speed isn’t always the priority for Jimmy Leeward. It’s keeping flying as a family tradition.
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