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by on Sep.03, 2010, under Articles, Aviation, Aviation News, General, Green Aviation, Video of the day

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Electrical Cri Cri

The first electric Cri-Cri airplane was airborne Thursday – for all of seven minutes. The all electric aircraft, jointly developed by EADS Innovation Works, Aero Composites Saintonge and the Green Cri-Cri Association, made its official maiden flight at Le Bourget airport near Paris on Thursday, Sept. 1.Â

“This aircraft flies very smoothly, much more quietly than a plane with conventional propulsion”, said Didier Esteyne, who piloted the all-electric Cri-Cri. “But we are still at the beginning and have a lot to learn.”Â

Click here or on the picture above see a video if its maiden voyage flight. (The narration is in French, but even if you don’t speak the language, it is still worth watching.)Â

The Cri-Cri was originally designed in the early 1970’s by a French aeronautical engineer, Michael Colomban, as the smallest twin-engine airplane in the world.

His goal was to build a very small and economical plane powered by two engines, that would be capable of flying even some aerobatic maneuvers. He also wanted not to exceed his budget over 1000 USD, including two engines, which was quite hard to believe even in early 70s.

At only 4.9 m (16.1 ft) wingspan and 3.9 m (12.8 ft) length, it has become a well known airplane around the world. It is a single-seater, which can even be transported on top of a car. It sort of reminds you of a model airplane on steroids.

Construction time took around 1500 hours for the first airplane and it became a reality in 1973, when it was given the name “Cri-Cri” after Michel Colomban’s daughter, who was often called “Cri-Cri”.Â

The airplane has now been modified and expanded into a 4-engine aircraft with electrical and environmental friendly motors!  The plane has lithium batteries and four electric prop motors that don’t emit carbon dioxide like standard aircraft.

 The Cri-Cri is made relatively lightweight to compensate for the weight of the batteries, the company said. It is CriCri2capable of 30 minutes of cruising and will fly at about 68 mph.Â

There is currently a lot of effort being put into making aviation environmentally friendly. Besides the Cri-Cri, there are also larger projects in the works.

The photo below shows a project currently being worked on by MIT, for an airplane which is estimated to use 70 % less fuel than a conventional aircraft and is designed to carry 180 passengers. The aircraft is referred to as the “double-bubble”. The design uses long, skinny wings, a small tail and – hence the name – replaces the traditional cylindrical fuselage with a two partial cylinders placed side-by-side.

For more information on this project, you can visit MIT’s website http://web.mit.edu/press/2010/green-airplanes.html

 

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Ready to book your ticket for space? Just contact Virgin Galactic.

by on Sep.03, 2010, under Articles, Aviation, Aviation News, Space flight, Video of the day

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Spaceport America, currently under construction in New Mexico. Click on the picture above to watch a short video about it.

If you are ready to venture into space and have the resources to do so, you can now book your ticket. Sir Richard Branson wants to make it possible for everyone to experience space flight. The Virgin Galactic website announces: “Book your place in space now and join around 340 Virgin Galactic astronauts who will venture into space. Tickets cost $200,000 and deposits start from $20,000. If you are interested in discussing your reservation with us directly please fill in the booking form and we will be in touch as soon as possible to answer any questions you may have. Or you can contact one of our Accredited Space Agents around the world. They have been specially selected and trained by us to handle all aspects of your spaceflight reservation.”

So the dream of space flight is now within reach for anyone who is willing to pay the price! Spaceship Two, designed by the the engineering genius Burt Rutan and his team in the Mojave desert, is now undergoing its test flight stages. Once this project is fully launched, they are hoping to get the ticket price down to approximately what it would cost you to buy a new car.
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After successfully having concluded the SpaceShipOne project, SpaceShipTwo was designed, built and presented to the world in the Mojave desert, in California in December last year.

Upon completion of the test flight stage, those with tickets will be taken up for flights above the atmosphere. This may be as early as 2011.

Sir Richard intends to run the first flights out of New Mexico before extending operations around the globe. Just like its predecessor SpaceshipOne,  it is a rocket plane that is lifted initially by a carrier vehicle before blasting skywards.

SS2 is built for a crew of two and has room for six passengers. The launch plane will also be able to carry passengers for those who would like to see their loved ones getting launched into space! Sir Richard himself intends to be on the launch craft to see his mother going to space.

About 300 individuals are reported to have signed up for a flight so far. The New Mexico authorities are investing almost $200m in a facility in Upham. It will have a 3,000m (10,000ft) runway and a suitably space-age terminal and hangar buildings.

“We’re going where no one has gone before”, Branson stated a few years ago, “there’s no model to follow, nothing to copy. That is what makes this so exciting.”  The dreams and “can do” attitudes of Sir Richard Branson and Burt Rutan has made it possible for many of us to now start thinking about space travel.

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The Flying Yacht!

by on Aug.31, 2010, under Articles, Aviation, Aviation News

London, England (CNN) — Need to get your superyacht from the crystal-blue waters of the Caribbean to the glamorous Mediterranean in a hurry? Not a problem when your luxury vessel transforms into a sleek jetplane at the click of a button.

That’s exactly what Yelken Octuri’s “Flying Yacht” design would do if built. Octuri, a French cabin designer for Airbus, has combined his knowledge of aircraft design with his love of the seas to create the outlandish concept yacht.

Although currently rooted in the realm of science fiction, the “superyacht with wings” has garnered much attention, with Octuri’s designs recently exhibited at Paris’ Air and Space Museum. It’s just one of a number of futuristic concepts by the designer, who aims to push the boundaries of aviation design.

He told CNN: “My approach when I started was not really to make something feasible. The main idea was to generate innovative concepts.

“For me it was just a fantasy project. Most of the futuristic aircraft concepts out there are all the same. I wanted to avoid that and create something original — to inspire new ideas.”

But Octuri’s ideas might not be as far-fetched as they seem: A number of engineers and aircraft designers have approached Ocuri to talk about realizing his concept.

“The feedback I’ve been getting tells me, with more thinking, this project could be made. Of course it is a very specialist market. Maybe some parts will need to be reworked to consider the aerodynamics and structure, etcetera, but it could work,” he told CNN.

According to Octuri, the 46-meter “Flying Yacht” transforms from superyacht to glamorous jetplane thanks to its mobile masts. When on the water the four masts, each reaching a height of 40-meters, can be individually oriented through a double-jack system — ensuring optimal positioning regardless of wind direction.

The Flying Yacht

When it’s time to take off, the masts are lowered to become horizontal wings. Sails are stored in compartments located inside each mast — a design feature Ocuri took from existing superyacht “The Maltese Falcon.”

On board, the vessel doesn’t skimp on luxury. There are two main decks — the lower deck houses the main room, kitchen and toilet, while the upper deck contains three plush bedrooms and a luxurious bathroom.  (If you would like to read the full CNN article with additional photos click here)

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Vintage Ford Tri Motor Offers Flyers a Glimpse at Aviation’s Past

by on Aug.28, 2010, under Articles, Aviation, Aviation News

A vintage Ford Tri Motor Aircraft from 1929 was featured on the News today.

Click on the picture or on this link to watch the News clip to learn more.

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Welcome to Aviation News!

by on Aug.11, 2010, under Articles, Aviation News

Welcome to Aviation News. This a blog intended for Aviation professionals and enthusiasts to share news, ideas, articles with each other and the whole community.

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Builders, Flyers and Dreamers, by Andrew J. Walter

by on Apr.01, 2010, under Articles, Aviation

Andrew Walter  started flying sailplanes at a young   age and is now also flying powered planes. He is planning a career in aviation and and is a member of both Friends of Aviation and the EAA (Experimental Aircraft Association). Andrew kindly gave us his permission to republish the below article that he wrote for his local EAA Chapter in Dayton Ohio. Those of us who fly can easily relate to what he is writing about and those who don’t will get a real good idea of what the world of an aviator is all about after reading this.

 Builders, Flyers…and Dreamers, by: Andrew J. Walter, EAA Chapter 1252 

We all know our motto “Builders, Flyers and Dreamers”, but do any of us really know what it means? We as a chapter have the perfect combination of all of these. It is these qualities that make up our chapter that give us all, endless opportunities to do what we want to do. It is these qualities that make us the family that we are. But what makes up the qualities that so few realize exist?Â

First it’s the builders. It’s the builders that say, “I want to build a plane”. But why go through the trouble of building a plane? It’s not something you do because you’re bored. It’s something you do, because it’s something that inspires you. It’s something that at the end of the project, you get a satisfaction that is like no other. For the first time you lift your machine off the ground, you feel like you rise above all others. You feel like this because it was you that said “forget building a car, or a boat…I’m going to do what so few have done. I’m going to build a plane”. And it was you that spent the time to make your creation come to life. But most importantly of all, it was you that learned more about airplanes and more about your greatest love…flying.

But the flyers are a different story. It is the fliers who say “I want to escape gravity. I want to go into a different world, the world that exists above the clouds”. And it is the flyers that inspire people to look at aviation in a different way. It’s the flyers who can’t get enough of flying and do it, not to show off, but because it is our passion. It is the flyers like Paul who look at a kid like Garret and say “I bet I can make a difference, and change this kid’s life by taking him…flying”.  But what is it about the magic of flight that has the power to give people a different lease on life? Maybe it’s the beauty of being above the clouds on a rainy day. Maybe it’s just being up there looking down on the world, rising above your troubles and more importantly, rising above yourself and accomplishing your goals. And you will always know a flyer, for they will always be staring at the sky.

However there is also another group in our family that gaze skywards, who are always fantasizing about aviation…the dreamers. It is the dreamers who say, “I want to fly higher, farther…faster”. It is the dreamers who say “I want to do the impossible”. It is the dreamer who often gets a lot of, “Oh that’ll never happen you’re a fool”. And it is the dreamer, who proves everyone wrong. It is the dreamers who have made the greatest aircraft of all time. It is the dreamers who have made some of the greatest accomplishments in aviation history. But who are the dreamers? You can’t who they are by looking at them, and you can’t tell by talking to them. This is because we are all dreamers. We all wake up and push the envelope. We do this every time we go flying, because we have all accomplished something that man was not supposed to do. We have accomplished…flight.Â

Every single member of our chapter plays a key role in our survival, for without one of these qualities we become just another EAA* chapter. Of all the chapters I have visited, EAA 1252 is maybe the closest as a family of all other chapters out there. We all inspire others, and it is all of us that make little kids look up and say, “Look mommy, there’s an airplane up in the sky!”

*EAA – Experimental Aircraft Association was founded in 1953 by a group of airplane enthusiasts mostly combined of airplane builders, although anyone with an aviation interest has always been welcome in the organization. EAA consists of more than 1000 local EAA chapters around the world with people in different areas getting together sharing their enthusiasm for aviation. You can find out more about EAA at EAA.org.  The author of this article is a member of Chapter 1252 of the EAA.

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Entering the Pattern Part 3 by Nathan Carriker

by on Mar.29, 2010, under Articles, Aviation

Whoever said, “It’s Never as Good as the First Time,”
Did Something Wrong on his Second

 
The first time I trained to fly internationally, I was a bloody stroke risk.

We’ve all seen this little “stress inventory,” whereby you score points for any major changes or developments in your life, and as your score climbs, you’re considered increasingly stressed and need to take increasingly sharp corrective actions to avoid health problems.

Well, I know I started to take it sometime in 1999 but gave up midway, since my calculator, along with most of my other worldly possessions, was in storage after I’d vacated, without assistance, my second-story condominium.

I was probably on a flight to or from my base in Miami, my new wife’s old place in Seattle, our new home in Missouri, my storage bin in San Diego, or our training hotel in Dallas, where I’d spent four of the past eight months learning two different jobs on five different models of two very different airplanes operating over two separate route systems.

No, wait, maybe it was—-no, I couldn’t have done it while actually driving the wife’s U-Haul from Seattle, or one junky airport car to, or another back from, Miami, now could I? No, no…

Maybe it was on one of the two-day breaks I had during that first, involuntary trip through 757/767 International training, although I know it couldn’t have been the one we used to find and contract to buy our first house, or the one we used to take possession, or the one in which we got the stuff I’d stored back under my own roof for the first time in six months.

Perhaps it was during the shortened version of our honeymoon—that being the week (less three non-revenue travel days) for which my company so graciously moved my (did I say “involuntary” yet?) training schedule so we could “frolic” in Hawaii (while trying not to think about eight weeks in the company’s most-often-failed program while still on new-hire probation)—-even though my fiancé and I already got to attend that wedding or whatever thing we had going on right before. My chief pilot made it clear that it was quite a bit more than the least they could do, but since the six-week working version on Miami’s South Beach I’d already secured with a deposit was sooo not about to happen, the company still wanted to show me just what family means around there.
I may have even taken the inventory after my training was over and I had yet another sweet-smelling temporary license in my wallet—this one with “B757/767” typed beneath the “AIRLINE TRANSPORT PILOT” I’d still hadn’t stopped taking out just to stare at since I’d earned the “Ph.D of flying.”

Perhaps it was at some other corrupt memory address created in the next nine months I spent commuting two legs to Miami and New York to sit around on reserve, ready to fill-in as relief pilot on all-night transoceanic and trans-Amazon flights for pilots hired at least ten years before me. When I wasn’t learning my new job, or paying off a sleep debt with payday-loan interest rates, I was learning about being a husband, stepdad, father, and home- and aircraft-owner.

Yet, I just can’t recall, for some reason, when or where I was when I took that stress inventory. I don’t recall if any of the warning signs it listed included sleeping with your tongue trapped between clenched teeth, but I do recall awakening more than one morning with the sides of mine looking (and feeling) like someone had pulled it out and tenderized it overnight. Can’t quite figure why.

In any case, that was Then, and this is Now. Well, not any more. Now this is Now. No, wait…

For a long time, I didn’t think I’d ever come back to the 767 fleet. The difference in pay didn’t seem to justify the long hours and large workload of unfamiliar duties. But when negotiations on our multi-billions-of-dollars-off, post-9/11 contract (and the $300M management bonus programs it engendered) entered their third year, I began to look for a way to get through the next few years of undeclared impasse without waking up with my tongue black and blue. I noticed that my seniority, and thus the number of days I’d have to spend away from home to bring bacon back, would be the same if I were flying internationally from Miami as it was flying domestically from Chicago. The only difference would be having to take two flights to get to work versus one, but offset by rarely having to show up before 6 p.m.—-for about a 15% pay increase. We pilot types call that a no-brainer.

So I went back to the “schoolhouse,” wiped out the cobwebs, and relearned what I surely once knew so long ago. Big shock—-for some reason, this time it was ever so much easier. The (same) wife and kids (plus one more) were tucked snugly into our same house, and everything that required my personal oversight in life now fits easily onto a thumb drive. Oh, and this time I could, and did, share how I really felt a few times during training, with almost no fear of winding up flying that proverbial cargo plane full of rubber dog poop out of Hong Kong.
In the decade I spent flying domestically, I’d already learned how to fly a jet (really fast, thanks), how autothrottles work (to confuse pilots), and that, to Boeing, the Flight Management System

(FMS) isn’t just a navigation, performance, and datalink communication system. It’s God. Actually, wait, I take that back. A check of my manual here finds that God is, in fact, an uplinking VNAV function accessible through the second page of the ACARS submenu. If you’ve performed a valid preflight alignment, that is.

More importantly, I learned that, at least at this major airline, I shan’t modify checklist challenges or responses like “Navigation Displays” or “Set and checked” to be spoken as “Nav Displays” or “Checked and Set,” lest our obsessively standardized little world crumble down around, er, from beneath us, and I be flogged as a heretic.

Since the last time I went through 767 training, I’d learned well that when almost anything unusual happens, even if I think I fully understand what to do, I shan’t touch anything without specific checklist guidance—unless doing so falls under the amorphic heading of “correcting the ‘obvious’,” in which case you better do it.

Critiquing any number of unwelcome, variable, micromanagerially imposed “techcedures” can make a sim session degrade into a debate tournament at the Tower of Babel. “Go along to get along,” and “cooperate to graduate” are mantras employed by legions of pilot virtuosos to deny their gift and just play as directed, however hackneyed the piece or tone-deaf the conductor may be.

Best of all, I’d already learned that to try to impress anyone would be utterly in vain. Apparently, praising copilots only invites trouble, so self-flaggelation is at all times the appropriate behavior, in response to performances both middling and superior. We may or may not be our own worst critics, but we damned surely have to be our own biggest fans.

Isolation

 

“Does anyone know where the love of God goes,

when the waves turn the minutes to hours?”

-Gordon Lightfoot,

“The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”

With simulator training over, all that remained to be considered a fully-requalified International 767 pilot was to take a trip with an instructor pilot and do nothing that scared him. Having never been to Paris before, that was where it was ordained I go. Darn the luck!

 Having gotten quite attached to that wife and those kids, I sure saw things rather differently out there over the North Atlantic last week. The first time I heard the joke about what ETOPS, the acronym for Extended Twin-engine Overwater operations, “really” stands for (Engines Turn Or People Swim) when I was a new husband ten years ago, it just seemed much so much funnier than it was as I tried to catch twenty winks or so on my break.

Greenland’s fjords didn’t used to sound that scary. The Azores used to be just over there to the right, Keflavik a skosh closer on the left. The MTBF, Mean Time Between Failures, for jet engines on an ETOPS-approved maintenance program is such a really ridiculously long time, a three-way mid-air collision with two flying saucers invading Earth is a statistically larger risk than suffering a mechanically-induced dual engine failure.

Smoke in the cockpit? You never used to hear of that happening (SwissAir 111 had just crashed and was then still under investigation). Fire in the cargo hold? Nah—give me something realistic to worry about (Valujet 592, same thing)—now where’s Betty with our hot towels, anyway?Â

Tonight, at our second ETP, Equal-Time-Point, where our choices of emergency diversion airports switched from Goose Bay, Labrador or Keflavik, Iceland, both more than two hours away, to Lajes Field in the Azores or Shannon, Ireland, also more than two hours distant, it occurred to me as I fought to sleep through as much of my two-hour rest break as possible, just how quickly those two hours could flash by were I were summoned to the cockpit to help work a complex problem—and just how endless a simple, merciless one could make them seem to three “superhuman” pilots and our two-hundred fragile charges.

Sixty-six years ago this April Fool’s Day, my Uncle and his crew lost an engine to flak over their secondary target, far more than a mere two hours from the safety of Dover’s Cliffs. To survive, they had to not only keep their wits about them despite how badly damaged their plane and their bodies were, but also to fight off hypoxia, hypothermia, and any number of German fighters thrilled to use their crippled ship for gunnery practice. They almost made it. Their luck ran out over Reims.

Nothing of the sort occurred to us, however, and not long after I began drooling on my pillow in my comfy chair, beneath my soft, warm blanket, in my air-conditioned, pressurized cabin, dawn seeped through the cracks around my window shade, telling me, “get back to work, Monsieur. Et bienvenue au France.”

The flying Carrikers were back in Europe’s sky.

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Upward Mobility, Entering the Pattern, Part 2 , by Nathan Carriker

by on Mar.13, 2010, under Articles

Upward Mobility

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I took this cherished picture, which I call “Upward Mobility,” with my cell phone (yes, while stationary) from an O’Hare taxiway a few summers ago after a squall line had just passed. I use it for my background on my Twitter profile page.

We were about number eighty for takeoff, and this 757 blasted off right in front of us, with that moon and clouds kissing softly in the afterglow of a fantastic storm, in the background. It was a rich metaphor for how I was feeling about my career in its sixth post-9/11 year: stuck. Idle. Utterly stranded with no credible hope, but with a front-row view of the rest of the world moving on with their lives as if nothing had happened. In that same frame of mind, I later wrote “The Terrible Teens” and “First Officer, Second Fiddle” about our career’s stagnation.

Then out of nowhere, just before Christmas last year, I got a call from my company, asking if I’d be “willing” to come to an International 767 class on short notice. I finally understood what Einstein was talking about: the speed of light really didn’t seem all that fast as my brain dispatched, then recalled, a “Hell, yes!” then actually allowed my mouth to speak the far more considered, cool-airline-pilot-like, “Well, I’ve got a trip on Christmas Day, but I don’t guess I’d be legal to do that and the class, so, yeah, I guess that’d be ok.” Another call from my union’s Professional Standards committee averted.

I reported for class after one of the happiest Christmases ever and was pleasantly surprised to find that I actually had a little spare time to write my previous post about AQP (Advanced Qualification Program) training, Simulating Excellence. The hardest part was being the only pilot in the training center who was moving up; that, and watching the news about how many people are suffering through job losses and bad economic times, which, of course, those of us in the airline business have known nothing different from for nearly a decade now.

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Entering the Pattern, by Nathan Carriker

by on Mar.09, 2010, under Articles, Aviation

With profuse thanks to my new friends at aviationnewsfoa.com, I’m all a-twitter(groan) to introduce myself to those who are, like me:

Actually, calling me a Friend of Aviation is like calling Saddam Hussein’s son Uday a Friend of Hedonism (not that there’s anything wrong with that). If I could only live and breathe flying, I’d be deprived. I live it, breathe it, eat it, sleep it, snort it, shoot it, deal it, ogle it, fondle it; if I could get enough of it together in one place I’d stop, drop, and roll around in it then walk around making people smell me.

I could brag that this lusty affair began in my childhood, but I honestly believe it goes far deeper. When my dad told me about my favorite uncle, whom I’ve never met—at least not in the workaday temporal sense—something went “CLICK” inside me and never stopped. B-24 flight engineer/turret gunner Sergeant Raymond “Rudy” Carriker was killed in action April 1, 1944.

 

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Uncle Rudy wanted to be a pilot in the worst way, but lacked the education for an officer’s commission, so he got as close as he could, and the only man to survive their last mission remembered him as a tireless, paternal, tinkering custodian of their plane, Barfly. His baby brother, my dad, also wanted to be a pilot but, like so many have, he waited until the pressure built to an intolerable level before he ignored the bills and learned to fly anyway at age forty-five. “Carriker” is a mangled version of the medieval German title/name “Karcher,” which was, in those days, a guy who drove carts from village to village. So, while my life may not advance my family’s standing in the world one iota, no one can say I didn’t heed the call. Every time I raise my palm and call, “gear up,” I can almost hear Uncle Rudy, and so many Karchers before him cheer, “Go, kid.”

The crowd’s really been going wild this year. In what seems to be a never-ending pattern of me going “zig” when my company goes “zag,” I was just awarded a bid to return to flying the 757/767 internationally after a decade in its narrow-body domestic route system. Now, flying’s flying, don’t get me wrong; but ten years of layovers in places like El Paso, Tulsa, Indianapolis, Raleigh, well, you get the idea. Let’s just say I got a lot of writing done…a LOT of writing. About 200,000 words’ worth, to tell the truth.

I had been forced to fly in the international system for less than a year when I was very new, back in what airline people now call “the good old days” before 9/11. I know it sounds crazy on several levels that flying a 767 internationally could be involuntary, but most pilots avoid bidding “up” until they’re senior enough to have a schedule they can live with, and I was not yet off new-hire probation when they ran out of heroes, I mean volunteers, that year. In other words, the needs of the company had to prevail, and they were (almost) sure I’d do just fine. If I didn’t, they’d be ok; they’d just find someone else who would. No pressure.

I’d been hired as a flight engineer on the 727,  so that first time through 767 training, I hadn’t touched a control yoke in nearly a year. That last one was attached to bellcranks and pushrods with which I manually moved controls to an airplane that carried 30 people in only moderate discomfort for up to 90 minutes at 300 miles per hour.

I awoke from what seemed like another of my bizarre dreams to find myself over the Amazon jungle in a 200-ton behemoth with power-everything, auto-pilots and -throttles, and a cockpit full of CRTs I could double dribble in. It was great, but it didn’t take much coffee to stay eyes-bugged-out alert all night long, and being a “junior puke” on reserve kept me from my new family far too much, so I squeaked like a wheel and squealed like a pig until They finally let me step down a few pegs on that scary-tall ladder.

Just last month, after only ten years of domestic flying, two weeks of ground school, two weeks of simulator training (the subject of an earlier blog post) and a couple of days of international ground school, it was finally time for my Operational Experience, or OE, trip with an instructor pilot. Time to stop trying to drink from a fire hydrant and just step headlong into the stream.

This is the part where I think everyone expects me to digress into a long, for some tedious travelogue of what we did on that trip to Paris and the others since, and how and why we did them, but that’s where I’m hoping to carve my own little niche within the pack (ok, the den) of aviation writers.

My literary wings can’t get enough exercise just flapping about my trips from perch to perch, but neither is my artistic wingspan big enough to effortlessly toy with the zephyrs and thermals all day like the seagulls we all so admire. I’d like to consider myself more like, let’s say, a falcon: I fly for a purpose: I fly to survive. That said, I still enjoy the hell out of it and work at it every second to get as good as I can be, to live as well as I can live, by my craft.

My glare belies my pleasure, and my grin belies my purpose, so I write—and hope you’ll understand.

Enamored with aviation from his first memories, Nathan Carriker was taught to fly by his father, a professional educator and private pilot, from age eight.  He became a private pilot in high school, then worked as a flight instructor while still a student at his alma mater, the University of Central Missouri.  Upon graduation with a B.S. in Aviation Technology in 1990, he was hired by regional airline Air Midwest and spent the next three years as a First Officer on Swearingen Metroliner II and Beechcraft 1900C turboprop airliners.  He then followed another childhood dream to California, moving there to fly for SkyWest Airlines in 1994. An avid pilot even in his free time, Nathan was nearly killed in a light airplane accident later that year, sustaining a spinal cord injury that he was told would surely paralyze him for life.  He was treated at Loma Linda University Medical Center and returned to flying at SkyWest a year to the day later. 

Now a pilot in his tenth year with a major airline, Carriker is an ecstatically married father and stepfather of three.  When not flying or writing, he enjoys a boat with his family, pampering his “pet” machines, and growing and enjoying his collections of music, rum, tequila, and cigars.

Friends of Aviation are very pleased to introduce Nathan Carriker as an additional aviation writer for our blog.

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