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PHD. MBA. MHS. Type rated on A350, A330, B777, B747-400, B747-200, B757, B767, B737, B727. International Airline Pilot / Author / Speaker. Dedicated to giving the gift of wings to anyone following their dreams. Supporting Aviation Safety through training, writing, and inspiration. Fighting for Aviation Safety and Airline Employee Advocacy. Safety Culture and SMS change agent.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Have You Ever Been Behind?

T.H.ursdays with Tom Hill



Of course, I'm talking about being behind in an aircraft. All of us have been there. You probably didn't know it when it happened the first time. At the time, while the airplane was winging its way towards the wild blue, you were probably still sitting in the chocks. Sure your body was in place. Your hands were on the controls. You might even have been talking. But, whether your brain was in sync for what was to happen next - that's a different story. Being behind, your brain was still back there on terra firma.

So much of what we do is based on pacing. A timeline forms in our brains, marking when tasks have to be done at various points. After takeoff, our internal pilot references the timeline: "What happens now?" The timeline says, "After Takeoff Checklist." You do the After Takeoff Checklist. Leveling off at altitude, your internal pilot checks in again. It says, "Cruise Checklist." Then, you do the Cruise Checklist. So it goes.

It gets exciting when your internal pilot assesses the timeline but events are whipping by way too fast to read. Of course, not being able to assess the timeline doesn't slow things down. Things might even speed up. By their nature, these timelines are impersonal and incessant.

Being behind isn't fun if you're by yourself. Bad things happen when your brain isn't in sync with what's going on and no one is there to help. Fortunately, we learn how to keep our brains up to speed by flying with instructors. With good instructors, we keep the mentally overwhelmed feelings at bay. Flying with instructors allows us to make mistakes and learn.

As bad as it might be when you're behind, there can be some good in throwing someone feet first into the deep end of high performance flying. As terrifying as it is to keep up, there is much goodness in having first-hand experience operating safely even though stuff is coming at you fast and furiously.

I used to teach a demo-flight in the F-15 during which we introduced the concepts of propulsion flight testing. Of course, we could have used any aircraft for this ride but the F-15 was especially well-suited because of its dual engines and high performance. Lots of learning can happen when you're hanging on by your finger-tips, getting the job done. This is the whole point of this post.

The flight required the student to put the F-15 into high-g, supersonic, or high angle-of-attack conditions throughout the exercise. The whole mission was highly scripted, as in, "Achieve these conditions, do that with the engines, then move onto next test point." Critical thought during the flight was not a mission requirement. Unlike many of our missions, this was dramatically tuned to, "Do, don't think." An important side benefit of this approach was to show the student, "If you keep fighting, you can keep up."

Even though I was there giving direct instructions--"Maintain 30,000 ft and 0.9M, now snap to afterburner, ramp to idle, pause 10 seconds, maintain conditions!"--you could tell when students began to get behind. The first things to go were simple tasks like talking on the radio. The next was flying the plane the way we briefed. This was soon followed by no communicating inter-cockpit. I normally took the aircraft before the student regressed to inability to respond to any direction. Most guys, after a short pause, snapped into sync in no time. I'd give the aircraft back, then continue on with the mission.

This mission and its lessons were especially important for the non-fighter guys in the class. The fighter guys were much more used to high performing environments and were typically less prone to being overly saturated while flying aggressively. The guys who previously flew cargo, passengers, and the like, had entirely different learning points during this flight. They were ripe to learn, "Yes, you, too, can hang on by your finger tips and live to tell the tale."

During debrief, we would discuss the technical mumbo-jumbo of the mission. Then, for those especially afflicted with being behind, I'd reserve a few minutes to talk about what worked and what didn't in order to recover. Normally, this discussion was less about memorizing procedures and such prior to flight. The lesson I tried to impart had two steps: first, recognize the symptoms. Then, keep fighting. Keep fighting to stay up to speed. Keep fighting to keep priorities straight. Keep fighting to stay safe. Keep fighting and never give up.

There are two messages I want to get across with this post. First, you have to recognize the symptoms and hazards of being behind your aircraft. I think we all have good stories about this. The other message is: Yes, if you are behind, you can recover if you keep fighting.


Cheers 
Tom

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Pilot is A Jailbird!

Lora Yowell, My dear friend from Aviation Universe sent me the following plea to help bail her out! She tells me she's a jailbird. So I donated to not only free her, but to free the children plagued with muscular dystrophy, ALS and other neuro-muscular diseases from their wheelchairs. 

LORA

"Yep, I’m a Jailbird. And I’m pretty proud of it." 

She should be proud~ This is what she's doing: 
 
"I’m taking part in the 2013 Elmhurst Lock-up benefiting the Muscular Dystrophy Association. As a Jailbird, I’m working to raise my bail via donations from my friends and family, all of which go to help MDA.

MDA is dedicated to curing muscular dystrophy, ALS and other neuromuscular diseases. At the same time, the Association provides health care and support services for people living with these diseases — right here in our community.

Please consider supporting my fundraising efforts with a tax-deductible donation. It’s easy — just click on the secure link below.

Thanks in advance for joining the fight against muscle disease. Remember, every breakout means more breakthroughs for MDA. I’ll keep you posted on my progress."

Lora Yowell

This week I'm going through the pain of recurrent training. And I say that with jest, as there is no greater pain than watching someone you love become plagued with a neuro-muscular disease. Please help spread the word by forwarding this post to your friends and colleagues. And thank Lora for the great work she is doing on behalf of the kids. 

With your help one day this boy shall fly. 
Thank you Lora!

Enjoy the Journey!
XO Karlene

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

First Oil Painting By Karlene

Flight To Success: The painting!
 .... In Progress.

First Draft...and the painting continues...

It's an Original... 
and one day could be worth millions!

When you stop laughing, and pick yourself up off the floor, I will tell you why....

Imagine when I become a famous author/screenplay writer. What if you owned a first painting by Steven Spielberg? It wouldn't matter how good it is... the fact is, it's an original. Remember... this is still in progress, as there will be a plane flying into the sunrise... 

Repainting continues...

Funny story behind my painting project. I signed up for painting class in our local Des Moinse Community Art center. The night of my first class I received an email that class was cancelled due to weather. Weather? It was raining.

I responded... "It always rains in Seattle."

The following week I thought I had better call and see if class was being held, as it was raining again. Oooops. The phone number was definitely not 206! I had signed up for a painting class in Des Moinse Iowa. Ahhhh heck! I called and told them I would not be attending class, "tonight or ever."

How hard can it be to paint? I have supplies. I have imagination. Who needs a painting class anyway?

I DO! 

 
Repainted third time with quick dry

My first lesson was that the paint does not dry overnight. How long does it take? Google says, "6-9 months!" Heck... we could give birth in that amount of time. Then one of my daughters told me that there is a product you can mix with the paint for it to dry more quickly. Due to this drying issue, most people are painting with Acrylics these days. But I have oil paints!

Anyway... I got the stuff... and have been playing with my painting trying to mix, build, and dry! Having a bit of challenge with the fog... and the clouds....and the mountains. But it's so much fun! So between painting my house, and my painting my first oil painting... I'm loving the colorful side of life.

A few more lessons... oil paint stains carpet and turpentine removes the lacquer off counter tops. But other than that... life is good.

Why am I painting?  In honor of the Air Race Classic.

                                       
And the painting continues...

"The Air Race Classic is the longest running all women pilots transcontinental air race. Racers continue the long-time legacy of women’s air racing that began back in 1929 when twenty women flew from Santa Monica, California, to Cleveland, Ohio. That first Women’s Air Derby evolved into the All Women Transcontinental Air Race (AWTAR) and was commonly referred to as the Powder Puff Derby.   The Air Race Classic started in 1977, the final year of AWTAR.  Today, Air Race Classic racers share aviation with communities across the U.S. where host stops enthusiastically welcome the racers into their cities and towns. 

Yesterday I painted while I studied for recurrent....
The Air Race Classic, Inc. is supported by donations and volunteers.  ARC seeks financial sponsors and donations to the annual silent auction for the 2013 race.   Your support will assist the Air Race Classic, a tax-exempt 501(c) (3) corporation, as it promotes general aviation, preserves the history of women's air racing and helps to educate young girls to encourage them to consider aviation as a career choice.   

At the Terminus of the race each year, a silent auction is held. The funds from this event help assure the future of Air Race Classic.   

We are looking for donations of aviation-related items or general items.  The race finishes on June 21 and we would love to see your contribution shipped to the terminus by June 1, 2013. "
 

The address for shipment of goods to the terminus is:
Nancy Keating
346 N. Walnut
Fayetteville, AR 72701

JUNE 1st?!?
I better get busy and finish my painting contribution!
(I hope it dries in time to ship.) 



All I need to do is add the plane...
and a few touch ups.
Also...
 Flight For Control 


And a book club meeting have been donated too.

What can you contribute?
(Sharing this post is a great contribution in itself) 

THANK YOU!

Email you contributions to:  

ARC offers program ads, website exposure, and other sponsor publicity in return. Sponsorship information is online by clicking HERE    

Enjoy the Journey!
XO Karlene

Monday, May 13, 2013

In Loving Memory Of....

"We do not remember days; 
we remember moments."
  ~Cesare Pavese


I have the honor to read the most incredible memoir, and doing so has brought tears to my eyes, and pain to my heart for a love that was and should have lasted a lifetime. In essence, it had. How I connected with this pilot/author... I'm not sure. But I was touched by a moment in the history of his love story. New York. 1996. I was flying to Paris behind TWA 800.

But Mark's and Susanne's story began a year earlier, on May 13 1995. A moment in time when two people met. Laughed. Soon to fall in love. One year later, May 13, 1996, they became engaged, in Amsterdam no less, and looked forward to the life they would share together. 

Their time together ended too quickly. I will share more of this story on July 17th... in memory of. 

Today, May 13, 2013, Captain Mark Berry is somewhere toasting to a life that should have been, but was. Please take a moment and say hello to a pilot who is struggling with his day, and share your greatest memories...

Mark, take today to celebrate what was. They can never take that from you. 

Follow Mark on Twitter @AV8R_Author  
And visit him at MarkLBerry.com


Enjoy the Journey!
XO Karlene  


Sunday, May 12, 2013

Happy Mother's Day

To all the special women who have give birth to a child, a book, a thought, or creation... and then took their life to nurture this love across the years, Happy Mother's Day. 

These women watered their loves with tears of joy, frustration, and worry. But always encouraged their growth. Wishing them the best, they did their best, and and then set them free to stand on their own. The worry never ends. The tears never dry. And the love lasts a lifetime and then some. 


Whether you are sitting by the woman who gave her life to you, or she is across the miles of geography or time... keep the memories alive. 

Happy Mother's Day Mom!

Kalimar, Kayla and Krysta. You are such special women and incredible mothers. I am so proud of each of you. Happy Mother's Day. I love you!

Happy Mother's Day to all the women in my life. This day is for you! You may or may not have your own children, but you have given so much to the children of the world through your work, and passion for life. And for those of you apart from your children through life's circumstance, take a moment to hold the memory of the moments in life that were special.

XO Mom

Friday, May 10, 2013

Dianna Stanger

Friday's Fabulous Flyer


Dianna Stanger

The Air Race Classic is a mere five weeks away! And today we get to meet yet another fabulous racer... Dianna Stranger. June 18 she will be departing Pasco Washington with her copilot, Joyce Fowler Wilson, in attempt to take home the trophy! 

 

Dianna is a woman of many talents, and no stranger to creativity and problem solving. There are many reasons why people begin to fly. And I thought my story was unique. But today Dianna Stanger tops the list of the most creative reason for dancing in the sky. 


Please enjoy this amazing woman's story. 
She truly inspires us to believe 
The sky is not the limit! 

Dianna Stanger:

In 1992 my husband and I decided to live on a remote island in the Abaco’s. As the cook in the house the hardest part was transporting eggs by boat to the house and hoping to have some that did not break! It was so frustrating that my husband and I decided the only alternative was to get it there by helicopter and that is why I became a pilot-because I like my eggs whole. 

 Abacos Island

I learned to fly a Robinson R-22 in 1994 and would take that little helicopter down the entire Eastern Seaboard from Connecticut to Florida then over the the Bahamas. Soon it was obvious that two seats were not enough for what this woman wanted to transport and so I learned how to fly fixed wing. My first plane was a Bonanza A-36 and that same year I traded in the R-22 for an R-44 with floats. The Bonanza was fantastic it would transport the meat and materials we would stock up on in Florida and then we would cart it to our home on the R-44 from the mainland. 

R22

Bonanza A-36

R44 on Floats!


As things progressed I transitioned to a JetRanger then an Agusta A109 helicopter. After a hurricane claimed our home we made the move to the Gulf coast of Texas. It was then that I transitioned to the Pilatus PC-12 and loved a prop jet! The PC-12 was like upgrading to a airliner compared to the Bonanza! I became a pilot for Angel Flight and started flying patients as a way to maintain currency and help out those in need. The Agusta gave way to the smaller Eurocopter that I fly today. Somehow the Aviatrix in me evolved and I became totally enamored with the skies.

 Jet Ranger

Augusta A 109

Pilatus


My interests became totally committed to my flying and anything involved with aviation. Today I cannot believe what a rewarding part of my life it is. I am the manager of the local airport, Calhoun County (PKV) and also run the local FBO and Cessna Pilot Center in my community. When another flying school in our area became available I purchased it and now have a second flight school at Victoria (VCT) Texas. While not working on the school I get to fly some of the other little toys I have learned to love.

 
 

The PC-12 gave way to the Hawker Beechcraft Premier 1A that I currently fly. My first type rating!! I love the speed and higher altitude and try and fly whenever I can. In addition, I have restored my grandfather’s biplane, a 1942 Waco UPF-7 that I have learned to do a minimum amount of impressive aerobatics in.

 Hawker Beechcraft Premier 1A
 1942 Waco UPF-7
Flying has truly made me a different person. There is a certain amount of aggressive behavior, attitude and need to share the love side of it that has become a new facet of my personality. Clear air, clear head and a great ride can’t be beat on any day when you are a pilot and I am so very thankful that I am one of the very lucky ones that get to enjoy it.

- Dianna Stanger 

Team XXtreme Aviatrixx

Note: The photos of the super cool planes that Joyce is not sitting in, or on, are not the actual aircraft she owns or has flown. I just had to show photos of what fun aircraft this talented woman has flow, or is flying. 

Join Team XXtreme Aviatrixx 
on their Facebook Page!
 
Please wish Dianna and Joyce the best of luck in the race. This week is all about drew us to the sky. I think saving your eggs is as good as any reason. 

Best of luck to you Dianna. I know that you and Joyce will have a successful race. You ladies are an inspiration to all! 

 Why did you learn to fly?  
Sharing their stories too!

Enjoy the Journey!
XO Karlene 

Thursday, May 9, 2013

SUNRISE

T.H.ursdays with Tom Hill
 
 
I'm conscious but not quite awake. It's dark. Early, too early. Good, the alarm hasn't gone off yet. Checking it, I'm still a few minutes from the 3:30 wake-up. Way too early, but I'm slowly, steadily coming to life. Time to get going. It just happens to be pre-dawn flying today. The hour is such that it's easy enough to believe no one else is awake at this dreadful hour.

Done with the shower, shave. I have my coffee - got to have that coffee or the wheels might fall off. Off to work, driving by beams of light from headlamps. Nothing else exists beyond those beams. I chance a glance at the night sky, checking for clouds. It's a 30 year habit from worrying about clouds and aviating. Good - stars! There's Orion to the west. I see others. Happy thoughts begin to form. I know what the sunrise will reveal.

At work, now. Plan the mission. Scribble notes on cards; NOTAMs, weather, airfield-status - all are checked. Briefing finished, doing a "door-check" before hitting the crew-van. It's dark. More stars. Still an hour until take-off.

A quick pit stop to get my helmet, parachute, g-suit. I hit the flight-line. It's quiet, calm, steady. My jet is there, illuminated by a powerful spot light. All the other rows of jets are dark, quiet, waiting for the morning sun. It's perfect - still, quiet. A glow starts over the mountains to the east. I shake hands with the crew chief: "Nice morning, Rooster." "It sure will be."

We both know this moment is the best of the day; before the sound of start-carts, the roar of jet engines, the ballet of starting that will disrupt the perfect calm.

The pre-flight is finished in the silence. There's a pause at the boarding ladder, a moment soaking in the last of perfect quiet. "Rooster, time to fire it up." The start cart roars. My jet comes to life with internal lights. The calm is gone. Color builds from the east. Time for business.

The ballet starts. Engines ignite with a shriek. Now it's deafening. Flight controls move. The ailerons flash the growing light from over the mountains. I'm ready to taxi.

"Ground, Benjo Zero One, taxi one T-38 with the numbers."

"Benjo Zero One, taxi Runway 25 via Bravo, Charlie, altimeter is three zero two five."

"Benjo, taxi Runway 25, Bravo, Charlie, altimeter 30.25."

A quick run-it-up with a finger wave overhead, moving forward. Then, a salute to the crew-chief. He looks under the jet one last time and gives me a thumbs up. I'm back to a beam of light on the yellow taxi stripe showing the way. I don't need it. The sun is coming. The colors are building inevitably from the east; pastel pinks, reds, yellows. The night gives way.

A last check at the end of the runway. This must be the thousandth time I've done that Before Takeoff checklist. Off to tower. Earth's shadow is kissing the mountains to the west. The sun is almost here.

On tower freq, there's nothing going on. A moment of pleasantry: "Good morning tower, Benjo is number one Runway 25."

"Benjo Zero One, winds are calm, Runway 25, cleared for take-off."

"Benjo, cleared for take-off, Runway 25."

A slow taxi onto the runway. In position, I apply the brakes, firmly. The throttles move to military power. It's deafening through the canopy, helmet, and ear-plugs. The jet struggles against her brakes--she wants to fly into the sunrise. A quick check of the engine instruments: all is good. Time to let'er loose.

Off the brakes, select the afterburners. Then, the kick in the pants with extra thrust; 50 knots, 100 knots, 135 knots, the stick comes back, the nose lifts, the mains are airborne. Sunlight crests the mountains over my shoulder. We're off into the morning. A perfect start to the day.

Cheers
Tom 
 
Note: "The picture is of a post WWII era flying wing called an M9M.  There's one flying and it looks great.  The image was shot at sunrise on the flightline at Edwards AFB about 10 years ago."