It is hard to know where to start to recount my story of AWAC. The
decision to participate was made several years ago. Or at least it was a
long-term aspiration. The commitment in terms of cost and time away from
work and browney points was always more than I could summon. The simple
matter of qualification was the least demanding hurdle. Coming from a
nation with only 2 current Advanced pilots has meant that by now, I
could have been a many year veteran of AWAC or EWAC. Alas, the last few
years has involved 2 house moves and a new business start and a growing
young family.
Finally this year, the dominoes have started to line up and I could
sneak away more. Any future contenders out there should have no doubt
that the commitment is great both in terms of cost for training and
preparation and more importantly time. A couple of late spring training
camps with former female world aerobatic champion Catherine Maunoury has
helped to prepare the 2 man Extra 200 team from Ireland. I competed at 2
regional advanced competitions this year Sleap and Waterford. Not as much
as I would have liked because the best competition training is doing
more competitions. I have flown the Q nearly a hundred times in practice
and never had I left out a figure. However at Sleap I did just that. I
completely left out a rolling element. A costly mental error! I
understand that this has been a recurring AWAC story in the past.
Competition pressure makes pilots think too much. The head gets too
clogged and there is no room for the flow of conditioned reflex signals.
Things seem to happen too fast and the brain cannot keep up with the
speed of events in the air. So people surprisingly forget things in the
programme Q or in their Free. I can only hope that it will be 'them' and
not me.
My story starts this morning early enough for it to be still dark.
Today my plan was to set off for the east towards Poland and AWAC 2006.
Having never ventured further than France in my flying career, I had
hoped that part of the fun of my 2-week flying holiday would involve the
cross-country adventure. But things had unfolded in a rather different
way than I had imagined. Firstly, I would have to find Poland by myself.
Dave Bruton had already set off for Switzerland with his navigator/team
manager Gerry Humphreys 3 days ago to participate in the Swiss
championships before heading to AWAC. Additionally, the British
contingent has dwindled to just Uncle Cassidy and he wasn't planning to
leave till after the weekend. I didn't want to wait as the forecast
weather in Ire was looking dire for the weekend. So sticking around till
Monday would mean losing a chance to get some practice done at home or
at the practice airfield in Poland. The bad weather was to drift over
the UK and then eastwards. If I was to wait, I would have to cross it
somewhere. Last night the weatherman said that the early morning would
be barely OK but a front was on its way by mid morning. So an early
start had me in Kilrush airfield as the sun was rising. Or at least the
clock said the sun was rising but the heavy cloud barely let any light
through. My extra 200 was stuffed with bags and tools and spares and
fuel. It was impressive. I was all set for a dawn departure but the crap
weather had decided on a dawn arrival. This morning was spent in the
clubhouse with my laptop on the wireless internet constantly checking
the weather. I knew the picture in detail from the mid Atlantic to
Russia. 1,500 hrs of flying has taught me that if you do not like the
look of the weather then a cup of tea and another look will usually do
little to change your go no-go decision. But 10 cups of tea and 10 looks
will always create a slightly less murky sky in the desired direction.
By 10 am I had peed away about 8 of those cups of tea and I was
arranging my flying office after latching the canopy. Some water and
grub rations cleverly stowed, millions of maps tucked into all corners.
I was bumbling down the grass runway. My next turning point was supposed
to be Holyhead. If truth be known, it turned out to be the 973rd turning
point. You see scud running in an extra is much safer when doing gentle
turns as the view directly in front under the nose is pretty poor. To
avoid the high ground, I also had to go south of the Wicklow mountains.
Throttled back to scud run more safely??! It took 30 minutes longer to
reach Holyhead than planned but at least by then I was able to climb up
to 800ft with the improving weather. Yippee!
I had elected to follow a more northern route as the south coast of
England was forecast to have a lot of coastal fog and of course it is
best to avoid bad weather! By mid England, I was happily flying at FL45.
Flying towards the high pressure in central Europe would mean that the
worst of the weather was behind me. It was time for some unfolding and
refolding of the first of many maps. As many of you know, this is always
an entertaining thing to do in most aerobatic aircraft. Especially if
there is no wing dihedral meaning you cannot pick up a wing with rudder.
My lovely Extra 200 is a bitch at these times. Let go of the stick and
before the first map fold is moved the horizon is way above my head and
at an oddly steep angle, ruddering would do little for that worrying
horizon position except blow more air into the canopy sliding hatch. I
used to fly to competitions looking like a very unskilled aerobatic
pilot practicing up and down 45 degree lines with various rolling
elements along the way. No longer! I purchased a very effective wing
levelling system. 2 bungee chords around the stick and then around each
leg. So now I was happy. Snacking in rations and enjoying the view. The
controllers were a bit annoying though. A busy Sat in the UK means radar
information will call out contacts in various O'Clocks about once a
minute. Of the hundred or so 'contacts' that I was informed of, I only
saw about 3.
My original plan was to make Lelystad in one hop. 450nm is ambitious
but 3hs 20 mins is a breeze in a car so why not? I had over 5 hours of
fuel. But 2 hours into the flight and I wouldn't mind a pee. Don't think
about it!!! Keep your mind off the waterworks and think of something
else. So I navigate harder and talk to more controllers than I really
need to. Passing East Midlands and the weather was getting better still,
so I can climb to gain a better tailwind. At FL95 over a lot of towering
cumulus and I was making 155kts on 21 square. Coasting out and I had to
face the North Sea. No, the engine did not start to make funny sounds.
The prospect didn't really worry me. The water crossing is about 50
minutes and I regularly fly the 25 minutes Irish Sea crossing. The North
Sea has excellent air sea rescue with heli's buzzing out to the oilrigs a
mile and a half below and it is a fanciful notion that it would be no
problem putting down on one of the many aircraft carriers (Oil Tankers)
below. The biggest problem with all of that water was the reminder that
my previous distraction of needing a pee was now an all-consuming pain
in the groin. Beads of sweat on the forehead are hard to make when the
air temperature at FL95 is nearer early winter day figures but I had
many. I decided to fight on and stick out the next hour and a half. My
original estimate of 3 hrs and 20 mins was no longer accurate. My
additional 972 turning points would mean this flight was going to end up
taking 3 hrs and 50mins in the air at 21 square. A miserly 35 litres/hr
would end up leaving me with a spare 1 hr 25 unused fuel on landing. The
Extra 200 with the long range tanks is an impressive tourer..especially
with a wing leveller!
Back to the more immediate problem of my bulging bladder. All of that
water below! I wasn't going to make it! I could turn back to Norwich and
land and be peeing in about a half an hour or I could continue to sweat
it out. I really didn't want to wet myself. I hadn't done that since
Christmas! There was one other option. My rations included a rather
large plastic bottle of water with the large neck and pop up nozzle,
which at this stage of the flight was about ½ full. What if?????.
Decision made, I was squirting the last of the water out of the canopy
hatch. This important practice run taught me that if the nozzle is not
far enough out into the airflow, then some of the spray can work its way
into the cockpit at the trailing edge of the canopy. However if it is
thrust too far out then it tries hard to escape and that would be a bad
thing during this crisis. Next, the contortion act. Trying to release
little ED is much less painful when wearing a flight suit with an upward
opening zip. Luckily that is what I had on. My clever wing levelling
system was struggling to keep up. Wriggling and twisting to get all the
angles just right had me flying 45 lines with various rolling elements
again. Fortunately, I hadn't spent the boredom of the long transit with
thoughts of a naked Jessica Alba. The angles would be much tougher! The
bungee chords and the trim and the correct leg positions took a while to
work out and the anticipation made me tremble. However I can honestly
declare that not a drop was spilt and I only did a couple of rolling
circles during this delicate operation. I can declare that it was one of
the happiest moments of my short 37 years on this planet and that
includes the time with the sisters in the Partenavia. (or was that one
just a dream??) Anyways, next it was time to rain down on the North Sea
oilrig workers. Someone down there may have wondered where the heavy
rain was coming from on this now sunny day.
The rest of the transit was a non-event.
Lelystad is a great airfield with several aerobatic types and
interesting classics. The temps were in the mid 30's and it didn't take
long to develop a thirst when pushing the aircraft around while
refuelling. But I wasn't falling for that again! I had ambitions to hop
over Germany and land in Poznan to clear Polish customs and then onto
the practice airfield all today so more endurance flying would be called
for. The late start would mean time was going to be tight. So a quick
refuel and a spot of DRY lunch and I was off again. Holland and Germany
was as busy as England. The controllers were calling out traffic in all
directions. The haze kept all of them well hidden. Some say that when
flying in mainland Europe that it is better to just turn down the radio
and have a peaceful life but the conversation kept the boredom away.
Earth was now very much a flat and boring thing to look at. Lots of
identical fields with crop lines running in perfect symmetry but at
least in Holland there were a lot of canals and barges to add variety.
Germany had even more perfectly symmetrical fields. Very organised
looking when compared to the random mosaic pattern of various shades of
green where I usually fly. The busy controller switched between English
and German depending on the mood. I droned along not seeing any of the
contacts that he called out.
After passing Hanover at FL 75, Bremen info passed me onto Berlin
info. My planned track would take me north of the capital city. The
radio was now dead quiet. No one in east Germany was flying on this
sunny Saturday. In fact this was to be the case in Poland as well. The
economies between east and west become glaringly obvious even in the
air. The airport of entry on the west side of my final destination is
Poznan. The flight from Lelystad took 3 hrs exactly and there were no
dramas with unintentional rolling circles. Sunset at the contest and
practice airfields was 18:20 UTC/ 20:20 local. Surprisingly early at
this time of the year when we are used flying till 10pm at home. I would
need a super fast turn around if I wanted to do the last 170nm to my
goal. Unfortunately nothing happens super fast at Poznan.
Lots of form filling and the first of many games of charades to get
across my message across had me ready to depart after about an hour and
20 mins. There was only now 1 hr 10 mins left of daytime VFR so I am now
here in a small hotel in a drab part of Poznan typing this for you. They
have no internet facilities here so I cannot send this yet but I will
keep the diary going and send the updates when I can.
My plan for the morning is to get away at 7:00am to make it to the
practice airfield in Radom Piastow before 9:00. I understand that there
will be a marked practice box, which we can use for 2 days, and slots go
on a first come first serve basis. I haven't had a flight since
Waterford 7 days ago and before that flight it was about 4 days before
that, so I would love to get more practice time. I am no where near as
ready to compete as I'd like to be. I will try to write more tomorrow
night. Gotta get up again in 6 hrs. Nighty-night.
Day 2 - Sunday 30th July
I woke this morning to find a text on my phone from my team mate David
Bruton that said that yesterday he had just won the Swiss championships.
He had been out late celebrating and hoped to make it to the practice
airfield in Radom late today or early tomorrow. There were 9 Advanced
pilots at advanced and the result is hopefully a reflection that our
preparation will prove adequate for participating at international
events. Well done to the Dave!
For me, this morning worked out as planned ... just. I was at Poznan
looking at the weather at 6.30 am. The problem was the unexpected low
cloud and 4km viz that was now forecast to cover western Poland for most
of the day. Eastern Poland and our practice airfield was going to be
Cavok. Time for a bit more scud running! Airborne at 7:10, I was S
turning my way around Poznan town and following the main road out to the
east. I am sure that it made many heads look up. 2 GPSs are a great
backup when trying to fly in these conditions. My wing levelling system
was working well as I would have to fold and unfold 2 maps for this leg.
My flight plan which I had filed last night requested FL55 but stuck
down at 600ft with a grey roof was not going to make that likely. The
controller cleared me to FL55 but I declined so he just tried to clear
me to climb twice more. Not having total faith in the Jeppesen maps
having all high obstacles marked and not having full faith in the
wonderful Garmin 296 with terrain data, I had kept up the S turning
routine. The bored controller with only one airplane to talk to seemed
to be getting agitated with this. I am sure that his unhappiness was
heightened when I disappeared of his radar at too low a level heading
east. "Report your altitude!" he requested. "below 1000ft" I said.
"Please squawk Mode C and you can climb" he barked. I said that I
already had mode C on and that I could not yet climb. And shortly after
he left me alone. Or so I thought!
This left me to study the landscape closely. Endless rows or fields
of wheat or barley crop. Very flat. Great tank country. Not many houses
or villages for miles and miles. No wonder the Germans overran the place
so rapidly in 1939.
Low down will always keep my attention focused on searching for
electrical pylons. There were none, big or small. How western Poland is
powered, I am not sure. Half way through the flight and the thin
overcast was showing holes. When they got frequent enough I popped out
on top into glorious sunshine and the east was looking good. I started a
climb to FL55 and realised that Lodz zone was not far off so I put in a
request to the area controller to change frequency. Well the controller
just about lost his reason. I hadn't known that he had been bouncing off
the walls calling me endlessly for the past half an hour and as he
couldn't get me on Radar had feared the worst. I could almost see the
white knuckle grip on his mic as he reluctantly allowed me to leave his
frequency after trying so hard to get me.
I landed at Radom Piastow at 8:30 and there were some gliders on the
ground apparently operating since 8:00 and they would have to finish for
the aerobatics at 10:00. I found out that the American team had been
there for just over a week and had taken on the job of organising the
flying list for use of the practice box. I put my name down and it
turned out that I would be first to fly at 10:00 as I was the first on
the airfield. Slots were to be strictly 15 min duration. Dave wasn't
available to critique but a helpful and friendly Don Peterson of the US
team said he'd help out. The flight showed that I had a bit of rust in
the reflexes and I didn't fly well. Some how my site gauge was now
directing me to fly my verticals 'toward the gear' (ie. positive up and
negative down). This unusual nomenclature used by the some of the
Americans confused me in mid flight as to which corrections were
required. Any delays in the flow of thought in a busy sequence is a bad
thing and leads to a snowball effect of errors. I landed dejected but
stubborn. Time to get back on that list and do myself justice.
The Americans are a very serious team. They have come with the
maximum number of 8 pilots and the one spare pilot will enter as an
independent unless someone falls off. They have 4 or 5 other people as
managers/ coaches mechanics etc. They closely study everyone who flies
to suss out who is a threat. It was clear to me that they were satisfied
when I landed that they felt that I was not a threat and so would
happily help me out. Today at the practice airfield there was about 20
of the total of 80 or so pilots expected to compete. Others were either
using one of the other 3 practice airfields or had not arrived yet. Alan
Cassidy had plans to wait till tomorrow as he was working in White
Waltham today. At a pace of 4 pilots per hour in the box it would mean I
would have to wait till mid afternoon to fly again. I decided to do some
practice away from the box. This flight went better and the x-country
head was now firmly exchanged for the aerobatic pilots head. I landed a
happier man and I grabbed some grub and struck up the first of many
light hearted slagging conversations this time with the Ozzie pilot
Richard Wiltshire. He had a rented car and has been here for a couple of
days. He offered to drop me up to the hotel to deposit the mountain of
bags and tools and spares that came out of my airplane but I declined as
I didn't want to loose out on practice time. Richard is the sole
competitor from Australia and he flies a rented Extra 300 from the
Polish team. The aircraft flies well but looking at it makes me believe
that the favourite tool for the polish engineers is a hammer. The grass
practice field of Radom Piastow has no real runways and you can take off
or land in any direction. It does however have a plentiful supply of
White Waltham like potholes everywhere. Hard on the undercarriage,
especially if you fly an Extra. The polish Extra which is based here had
long since had modified undercarriage attachment brackets fitted.
Another rented Extra 300 came from Germany for use by 2 of the
Americans and 2 of the South Africans. It is an almost new Extra 300 LP
and boy does it go up! The Americans who arrived first, have
commandeered the airplane and they seem to be making the father/son
South African pair feel like it is an American machine on loan to the
South Africans. The airfield organisers have placed a landing arrow in
the middle of the field to indicate the most favourable landing
direction. Presumably it is also set up to avoid the most significant
holes. Patrick, the son of the pair landed beyond this marker after his
flight in this unfamiliar airplane and maybe had a bit too much speed
for the no wind conditions so stopped his landing roll somewhat beyond
the stopping point of the others. The Americans have been muttering
concerns that their airplane may not make it through the competition in
such young hands. Some palpable tension building there!
My third flight (second in the box) was watched by the helpful Don
Peterson, the Ozzie Richard and the 2 South Africans. All were in
agreement that all of my verticals were +ve up and -ve down. Why this
problem has developed, I do not understand. The flight was reasonably
good otherwise. I checked the site gauge and it still appeared correct
but the comments even after some repeated test verticals were unanimous.
So I decided to adjust the gauge at this late stage. My 4th flight
received better comments regarding verticals and I was satisfied with
most of the manoeuvres but I didn't feel sharp. These past 2 days have
involved a lot of flying and I suspect that I am more tired then I
think. Another practice day is planned for tomorrow so I have my name
down for the second 8:15 am slot. Dave Bruton and the navigator/Irish
team manager Gerry Humphreys landed this evening at 20:00 local. We are
tucked away in a nice hotel where we will live for the next 2 weeks. I
still have not managed to get a wireless card so I cannot send this to
you. Hopefully tomorrow, I will get this on the forum. Time for sleep.
Tomorrow will be the last practice day at Piastow as after that everyone
of the 80 pilots are to move to the contest airfield of Radom Sadkow and
we are expected to get maybe 1 or if we are lucky 2 ten minute practice
box flights before official opening day. I still feel that I need to
sort out a number of manoeuvres in case we see them on an unknown.