Kiss the Sky
Elizabeth Peavey, Down East, July 2009, pg. 55
I grab the stick and give it a yank. The plane lurches a little bit. “Ooh,” I decide, “I better correct myself,” so I push the thing forward. The nose drops. My mind continues to whirr. “Maybe it would work better if I were turning.” I push on the right foot pedal and we veer. I know this isn’t right, and, sure enough, when I glance in the mirror, Carter is indicating I need to straighten us out. But I’m not sure I remember how. Should I use the stick and the pedals, or just one or the other? No need to decide. I feel the stick waggling in my grip. In the mirror, Carter is gesturing he’ll take the controls back. I’m surprised he’s not tapping his helmet.
I have some aerobatic time in a 1943 Stearman biplane. It isn’t as difficult as Elizabeth makes it sound. The enormous ailerons are a bit hard to get out into the airstream, but when you do the response is superb!
I’d love to fly over coastal Maine in an open cockpit airplane.