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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.

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Why I Survived

The Power of Training

"The one thing I wish I had been given when I was learning to fly was spin training . . . .at the very, very first! And upset training as well. I knew that unless I could fly the airplane in all attitudes I would never master flight. I learn fast and soloed in six hours in the Tomahawk." Jim Teachey

The year was 1980, and that was about the time the FAA no longer required spin training. I was fortunate to have had an instructor who said, "Do you want to learn how to spin, even though it's not required?" My response, "Absolutely!" The same year, Jim Teachey had another experience. 



"It was December 1980. I had just gotten my license on December 1. I had elected to take my buddy down the street flying. He too was taking lessons, but now I could fly him myself! We boarded the Tomahawk, buckled in, ran the checklists, and taxied to the active. The air was as clear as glass, with 40 + visibility and no clouds. It was about 4:30 pm and a wonderful orange-red glow bathed Smith Reynolds Airport. 

Being a college freshman I was short on cash, and only had enough money to fly for 30 minutes in the pattern. So we did touch and goes. The wind favored runway 21 and into the sky we went. One notch of flaps on downwind, carb heat, 1800 rpm, and 500 fpm descent. Base turn, then final. Touchdown, and around we went for a second. But this time I goofed up. 

My downwind to base leg was off, and I overshot base to final. It was the classic set up for a stall-spin event. I had stalled the airplane numerous times up at the practice area, turning stalls, power on and off stalls, and my first instructor Chip said I had good stall recognition abilities. I could hear that fuselage oilcan, as well as feel it in the yoke. All my instructors since have repeated the same admonishment . . . “Jim, you really feel the airplane well.”

So, I found myself overshooting runway 21, and began to tighten up my turn. Well, of course the nose dropped, so I kicked some right rudder to bring it back up and pulled back on the yoke. With the nose pointed right I added some left aileron. Then BAM!!!! All of a sudden the airframe shuttered, the nose pitched down, and the left wing dropped. I was entering a spin. 

What did I do? We were about 600 feet agl so I slammed the yoke forward to the firewall and aimed towards the ground, entirely opposite of what you would think to do. I was able to recover at about 300 feet, and I cross the threshold with both legs shaking uncontrollably on the rudder pedals.

But you know why I survived?



Because the week before I had read a book on spins. I believe it was Wolfgang Langewiesche's book “Stick and Rudder.” I want to make darn sure I knew what to do in case I got into a spin by accident. At the time I did not know that the FAA had removed spin training from flight training. Only later would my blood begin to boil about this egregious omission in basic flight training. 

During this time I was introduced to Richard Bach and his book “A Gift of Wings” where I read “Found at Pharisee” and “School of Perfection.” 


This became the foundation upon which I built my flying upon. Of course, as fate would have it, I was not destined to be a professional pilot. I would later learn that I suffer from ADHD (attention deficit) since first grade. Yet even so, I managed to be a safe, and responsible pilot. I never took chances. Twice, I was in doubt over the health of my Lycoming engine, and taxied back to the FBO, frustrated but alive. 

Several times weather was the factor, and I refused to fly even after being pressured to do so by friends. I’m as cautious as they come. Why? Because there is no magic button that you can push to interrupt the laws of nature and physics. Flying will kill you faster than anything, and the world’s graveyards sadly prove so.

Last year, I was doing research online and ran across the story of a pilot not unlike myself, similar age, who was flying a Piper Tomahawk. He ran out of fuel, lost power, and spun in. It was a fatal accident. Below is a photo of his airplane. He leaves behind grieving parents and relatives. I began to wonder if this pilot also knew nothing about spins, or had had any spin training. Most likely not . . .



According to FAA records, Michael Joseph Hughes. age 21, the student pilot held a third class medical with student pilot certificate issued on August 24, 2015. Review of pilot records indicated that prior to the accident flight, he had accumulated 13.5 total hours of flight experience, 1.3 hours of which, were in solo flight."



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We'll be reading more from Jim Teachey!

Life is short
Enjoy every moment!
XO Karlene


Monday, July 8, 2019

The Pilot

ONE OF THE TRUSTED 
by Gill Robb Wilson



You are at cruising altitude. 
The westering sun is pink on the disc. 
Your eye flicks the gauges. The engines are contented. 
Another day—another dollar. 


You look down at your hands on the wheel. 
They are veined and hard and brown. 
Tonight you notice they look a little old. 
And, by George, they are old. But how can this be? 
Only yesterday you were in flying school. 
Time is a thief. You have been robbed. 
And what have you to show for it? 


A pilot—twenty years a pilot—a senior pilot. 
But what of it—just a pilot. 
Then the voice of the stewardess breaks in on your reverie. 
The trip is running full—eighty-four passengers 
Can she begin to serve dinner to the passengers? 
The passengers—oh yes, the passengers. 
You noticed the line of them coming aboard— 
the businessmen, the young mothers 
with the children in tow, the old couple, 
the two priests, the four dogfaces. 


A thousand times you have watched them 
file aboard and a thousand times disembark.
They always seem a little gayer after the landing
than before the take-off. Beyond doubt
they are always somewhat apprehensive aloft.
But why do they continuously come up here
in the dark sky despite their apprehension? 
You have often wondered about that.
You look down at your hands again
and suddenly it comes to you.


They come because they trust you—
you the pilot. They turn over their lives
and their loved ones and their hopes and dreams
to you for safekeeping.
To be a pilot means to be one of the trusted.
They pray in the storm
that you are skillful and strong and wise.
To be a pilot is to hold life in your hands—
to be worthy of faith.


No, you have not been robbed.
You aren’t “just a pilot.” There is no such thing
as “just a pilot.” Your job is a trust.
The years have been a trust.
You have been one of the trusted.
Who could be more?


Enjoy the Journey!
XO Karlene 

Saturday, July 6, 2019

Pilot's Dream Home

Runway! Hangar! Home! 



My friend sent me information on the most amazing home for sale in Lynden Washington, just minutes from the Canadian boarder. Location is everything, and this location is nice if you want to escape the country. Seriously, this beautiful Northwest home is a pilot's greatest dream!  The hangar is amazing. 


This Pilot's dream home is located in Lynden WA and has 50'x46' hangar with 48' automated Schweiss Bi-Fold door & clearance of 12'1'', heated floors, a 1/2 bath, and 931 square foot room upstairs w/kitchen & bath. But there is also a kitchenette and office below. 



The house has 5 bedrooms, a theater room, and 3 car garage. The master suite is huge and located on the main floor with direct access the hangar. The floors are amazing Brazilian cherry. Oh... if you love a view... you'll have Mt. Baker out your window. The outdoor covered patio has a gas barbecue with granite counters. There is also a fire pit. 

All this ... 
for only $1.1 Million.


Enjoy the virtual tour


If you buy this... 
I want to come to the house warming party!

Enjoy the Journey!
XO Karlene 


Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Happy 4th of July!

Enjoy your Day in Every Way! 




Enjoy the journey!
XO Karlene 

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Final Flight

A Granddaughter's Mission

Erin Miller

The power of action and an individual's determination never ceases to amaze me. While many people in the world don't make an effort because they think it won't matter... I'm here to tell you it does.  Erin  Miller is one of those people who took action and created change. 

I had the honor to meet Erin at the Women in Aviation Conference a few years ago, and what a delightful person she is. I believe there is a great deal of spirit that runs in their family. 



Erin wrote a book on her journey on behalf of her grandmother and all WASPs. 


Final Flight Final Fight: 
My grandmother, the WASP, and 
Arlington National Cemetery 



"When Arlington National Cemetery refused to accept my grandmother's last request to be laid to rest there, I refused to let her legacy as a veteran die along with her.

My grandmother, Elaine Danforth Harmon, flew as a pilot with the Women Airforce Service Pilots (WASP) of World War II. Despite being part of the first group of women to fly for the United States Army, the WASP remained officially unrecognized as members of the military due to discriminatory thinking about gender on Capitol Hill and beyond. 


Women flying planes? 
Too progressive for the World War II era.

When I was young, I thought of my grandmother's trips to accept awards, or to visit the White House, or to give lectures about her time in the service, as her hobby. I knew what she had done and I knew that in the 1970s they had lobbied Congress to get the veterans' status they had been denied during the war. From that point on, my grandmother shared her story of service with the WASP during World War II with anyone who would listen.


But it was not until after she died that I fully understood why she had spent so many years talking about her service with the WASP. My grandmother's last request was to be laid to rest at Arlington National Cemetery. Our family was surprised when the United States Army, which managed the cemetery, denied that the WASP, and therefore my grandmother, were eligible for placement in the cemetery.

The Army said 'no' 
to the wrong family. 

I led our family's campaign on behalf of my grandmother, and all the women of the WASP, across social media, traditional news outlets, and to Capitol Hill to fight for their equal recognition at one of the nation's most well-known cemeteries. My grandmother's final fight came after her final flight - but I was honored to follow in her footsteps to ensure her legacy would not be forgotten." Erin Miller


Erin Miller, Esq.
twitter: @millerlawmd
Facebook: @officialerinmiller

Erin's sister "Tiffany" is on a mission of 
making change too!

If you haven't signed the petition, 
please

Click HERE to 
be part of Aviation History! 

Enjoy the Journey!
XO Karlene

 

Friday, May 31, 2019

Tiffany Miller

Friday's Fabulous Flyer!

Tiffany Miller

Last week I posted a request to help rename of the Oakland airport to Maggie Gee. Today's Friday Fabulous Flyer is the woman responsible for this initiative! Tiffany's story and the effort behind her action follows. She has proven that change can happen with effort. Thank you for yours! 

"My name is Tiffany Miller. My grandmother, Elaine Danforth Harmon, flew planes for the US military during WWII as a Women Airforce Service Pilot (WASP). This group of brave women were the first women to fly US military aircraft.

Elaine 

Growing up, I saw how much my grandmother cared about preserving the history of the WASP. She attended innumerable events for veterans, she spoke at schools, and even responded to fan mail. When she passed away in 2015, we already knew that her last wish was to be laid to rest in Arlington National Cemetery. Even in death, she was thinking about what she could do to ensure future generations would have the opportunity to learn about the WASP. She viewed Arlington as a type of museum where people can learn about our country's military history.

We thought that arranging the funeral would not be an issue, so we were surprised when my mother's request was rejected. We found out later that a few months before my grandmother passed away that the Secretary of the Army issued a memo which basically stated that the WASP were not "real" veterans and therefore were ineligible to be in Arlington.


This was devastating for my family and we knew we had to make this right for my grandmother. I ended up posting a petition to change.org which kicked off a campaign that ultimately led to federal legislation being passed which enshrined the right of the WASP to be in Arlington. 


While my family and I were working on my grandmother's campaign, my sisters pressured me into getting a Twitter account so that I could help them with the social media aspect of the campaign. I started research information about women aviators and women in the military, anything remotely related to our campaign that I could Tweet to help draw interest to our cause. It was while doing this research that I learned there is an airport in Istanbul, Turkey that is named after Turkey's first female military pilot. I mentioned this to my husband who said, 

"Doesn't that tell you a lot? 
I bet you can't name a single US airport 
named for a woman." 

And he was right! I was kind of appalled at myself. This was something I had never thought about.

While my priority at the time was my grandmother's campaign, I immediately thought, we need to make this right too! 


Maggie Gee, 
Grandma's dearest WASP friend


I thought about my local airport in Oakland and how it is not currently named for anyone. And then I also thought about how Maggie Gee, my grandmother's dearest WASP friend, lived her whole life in the East Bay and became inspired to fly as a child because her family spent Sundays watching planes take off at the Oakland Airport. 



I thought of how she was one of only two Chinese American women to serve as a WASP. I thought of how Maggie went on to become a physicist at Lawrence Livermore National Laboratories after the war. I thought of how she acted as a community advocate for decades, working on fair housing and voter registration initiatives. She was an exemplary human being and, in my opinion, deserving of the honor of having an airport renamed for her.


Since undertaking this campaign, I have learned that almost half of the busiest US airports (27/60) are named for men while none are named for women. Additionally there are almost 20,000 airports in the US and not a single one is named for a woman of color. I also learned about recent efforts to increase female representation among publicly displayed statues in San Francisco and New York's Central Park. 

The lack of representation of women and people of color is all around us, but this erasure is so normalized many people are not even aware of it. But this absence perpetuates the misperception that women and people of color have not contributed anything important to our country's history. "


"I think it is far past time 
for us to right this wrong" 
Tiffany



Please Help to rename the 

Oakland International Airport 
to the Magee Gee Airport 
by signing the petition. 
It's easy... simply click HERE
to sign the Petition

"I think she is most deserving. The WASPs were an important part of our air component during WWII. As a member of the first class of women pilot that were trained in the Air Force I fully understanding the pioneering spirit. As president of Women Military Aviators I fully endorse the naming of a major US airport after one of America's Aviation Pioneers." 
Kathy Rambo-Cosand.


Enjoy the Journey!
XO Karlene 

Monday, May 27, 2019

Memorial Day 2019


Memorial Day: is a U.S. Federal holiday that remembers and honors those who have died while serving their country.




I was told that we should not say "Happy Memorial Day" because there is nothing happy about people dying. While that's true... I'm happy that we have a day to remember our heroes who gave their lives for our freedom. 


Remember those who served before.
Remember those who are no more.
Remember those who serve today.
Remember them as we eat and play.
Remember our protectors-
who are not home today.
Remember them all on Memorial Day.
Emily Toma



Enjoy the Journey!
XO Karlene