Cross-country flying stories from Bill Cox offer fantastic insight into what pilots face on long distance flights. Dig into our X-Country Log today.
I’m not much on book reviews, but recently, I came across a new, coffee-table book I couldn’t put down. In fact, it was more likely a book I couldn’t pick up. “The Complete Book of the SR-71” is a massive, 10” x 13”, 260-page work by Colonel Richard H. Graham, USAF (retired). Following 210 combat more »
The Navajo Chieftain seems to grumble at flying so early in the morning.
As one who has been trying to figure out this concept called flying for longer than I can remember, I’ve always been a little mystified as to why the same accidents seem to keep happening for the same reasons.
If speed is aviation’s ultimate excess, altitude is its great equalizer.
Just as East Coast pilots count the Bahamas as something of an ultimate getaway, Left Coast aviators consider Alaska to be the destination of choice.
Like so many kids who grew up in the 1950s and 1960s, I was fascinated by space travel. Most of the kids I knew in Alaska had the same fascination.
Flying down from Guadalcanal in the Solomon Islands, your course line slowly merges with Australia’s east coast as you sneak in from the left.
My wife worked for Douglas Aircraft at the time, and she’d usually file for whatever vacation time she needed to turn what was nearly a nine- or 10-day holiday into two full weeks.
One of the nice things about growing up in Alaska was the opportunity to fly a variety of airplanes.
Head south from the U.S. toward Antarctica, and you’ll wind up paralleling a chain of mountains longer and taller than anything else in the Western Hemisphere.
Airplanes are different animals
The whole concept of flying with nothing more than electric power seems somehow anathema to aviation.
If you fly IFR long enough, you’ll probably have the unpleasant experience of knowing someone who’ll die in an IFR accident.
Like the vast majority of pilots, I learned to fly in a relatively innocent two-seater.
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.