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DW · Dec 10, 2004 05:35 PM

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seeing posts from Jim and others I got to thinking any old timers out there who want to share some ihteresting or fun stories (or both) about how it used to be?!! I'll start, I read in one of Flying Models about the Neptune and that the person who built it ( sorry guys I do'nt remember his name)but if i remember he was only 17 and the Neptune was an I beamer, when he went to contests no one could believe that a 17 year old could build such a beutiful plane let alone fly it.But he kicked their buts!! Do i have this right? If not please correct me but I think I'm right and if memory serves me the Neptune only wieghed 38 oz. with a Fox 35. So if I'm wrong please correct me and add your own stories! I think this could be fun.
Dwayne

bigseminole · Dec 10, 2004 06:16 PM

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Geewhiz, what timing!

If you check the classified section, I just posted an offer for a videotape that shows many of the heroes of control line stunt (Cipra, McDonald, Still, etc.) from 1961 and 1962 putting in flights at the Nats.

It's a transfer from vintage 8mm home movies and even shows some kids flying half-A combat in their front yard!

Yep, things were different and probably more fun!

BIGS

" What constitutes the dignity of a craft is that it creates a fellowship, that it binds men together and fashions for them a common language. For there is but one problem - the problem of human relations."

Anthony de Saint-Exupery

Bill Little · Dec 10, 2004 06:34 PM

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Wasn't James Ebeger the Neptune guy?
Bill <><

When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.
Japanese Proverb

jim ivey · Dec 10, 2004 06:35 PM

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could it have been art palowski or rodney ferris?

Bill Little · Dec 10, 2004 07:06 PM

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>Wasn't James Ebeger the Neptune guy?
>Bill <><

Actually Jim, it was a rhetorical question. Sorry.

CF949 Neptune C/L Stunt Ebejer, J. .35 50" 11/94 $9.00 I-beam construction. #2 in C/L Classic Stunt Series

Art's Atom was also published in this series by FM:

CD038 Atom C/L Stunt Pawloski, A. Fox .35 50" 10/97 $12.00 CL I-beam stunt classic.

Bill <><

When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.
Japanese Proverb

bigseminole · Dec 10, 2004 07:09 PM

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so, what did Art design? The Atom?

Bigs

" What constitutes the dignity of a craft is that it creates a fellowship, that it binds men together and fashions for them a common language. For there is but one problem - the problem of human relations."

Anthony de Saint-Exupery

Bill Little · Dec 10, 2004 07:10 PM

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Hi Ken,
See my edit to #4.
Art won the Walker Trophy with the Atom, IIRC.
Bill <><

When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.
Japanese Proverb

jim ivey · Dec 10, 2004 10:28 PM

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what year was that bill?...art was good but i think rodney ferris may have been better....they were good friends and belonged to the same club in detroit...they came to california togeather...rodney's older sister was a school teacher at the elementry school i had gone to...she was the one who introduced us...it must have been in 1955 just before the nats

Bill Little · Dec 10, 2004 10:35 PM

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Back to back Seniors winning the Walker Trophy!

1959 Bill Werwage Ares Fox 35 Los Alamitos CA
1958 Arthur P. Pawloski Atom Fox 35 Glenview Il

Bill <><

When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.
Japanese Proverb

Bill Little · Dec 10, 2004 07:44 PM

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A funny thing we did as kids was a "low pull out game" we played while flying our old, beat up, profiles on the baseball field. We would practice wingovers and aim for the 1st base bag. Didn't quit until you finally hit the bag. My Ringmaster eventually had 2 steel corner brackets holding on the outboard wing with screws and glue....
Nylon 10=6 TF props and McCoy X-39 fuel.
Bill <><

When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.
Japanese Proverb

jim ivey · Dec 10, 2004 10:07 PM

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we used balloons tied to the ground .... pop the balloon while doing a manuever ...reverse wingovers could be fatal....

jim ivey · Dec 10, 2004 11:22 PM

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jack O'bleness(Obleness the menace)
a trophy winner in open combat in the 1955 nats...a funny guy...a former mr america still lifted wieghts to keep in shape...even boxed a bit in his younger years ...semi pro i think he said...owned a 76 gas staion in the heart of watts

one day we(larry R may have been there) were flying at alondra (el camino college) on the grass side...the football field....some guy decided he wanted to bat balls where we were flying... finally his ball came over near the airplanes....when he came to get it...jack asked him nicely if he would wait till we were through because we were there first...or he could go over and bat his ball at the baseball field no one was over there...explaining to him this was in fact a football field and not a baseball field...as he was walking back over where he had been batting the ball the guy attempted to hit one of the airplanes and repetedly tried to snag the lines while he walked through th circle as it flew over head...that made jack mad...he said well i tried being nice to that guy...he yelled at him.."hey you come over here!!" he walked over to meet him out side the circle and said "gimme that bat!!"...so the guy took a swing at him with it...jack caught it with one hand and yanked it out of the guys hands...then he shoved the guy backward with his free hand and the guy fell back right on his butt...hard...then jack pointed that bat at him and said "now sit there and behave yourself till i say you can get up...if you try to get up before i say you can...i'm gonna beat ur S for trying to hit me with this bat...also, i'm gonna keep your ball and bat untill we are ready to go"...he let the guy sit there for a couple of flights... he didnt move...jack grinning said "well i guess hes learned his lesson"...then jack picked up the ball and bat walked over to the guy...then heaved the guys ball,then the bat, as far as he could...then he told the guy..."you can go get your bat and ball...but dont come back over here with 'em till were all gone...because if ya do...i promise you aint gonna like it"...the guy went over retreived his bat and ball then left the area...jack said "i just hate bullys...i was kinda hopin the guy wanted to fight...i think he thought we were all a bunch of sissies because we were playin with model airplanes...well he knows better now...ha ha ha ha ha ha"

well i may have embellished it just a tad.....jim

T.Durrill · Dec 11, 2004 09:35 AM

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Jim,

I was surprised to see you turn up on this board, but I remember seeing your picture in a model magazine (Flying Models, I think), around 1955 or 56. I think you had placed in the Nationals (stunt or maybe combat)as I recall. Anyhow, I was a sophomore in high school, sport flying Ringmaster/K&B .35GH and Trixter B-C/K&B .29GH combinations on my high school ball diamond. I sure envied you being able to attend the Nationals. That was beyond my means at the time. Many of the active fliers from those days have disappeared from view, but it's great to see you back with the modelers again.....brings back old memories from long ago. By the way, that was a great story about how the ball player learned his lesson not to mess with model airplane fliers (even if it was a little embelished). For some reason, ballplayers, be it baseball, soccer, or football do not seem to recognize that flying model planes is a legitimate activity. I had a similar experience with ballplayers in Denver, CO in 1966. A friend of mine here in the Kansas City area had a run in with baseball players a few years ago. That ended with the police (who were called to the scene by the ballplayers) telling the baseball guys, who were trying to run the modelers off the field, "it is first come, first serve.....move on or I will arrest you." The ballplayers moved on and this time the model fliers prevailed. Anyhow, I enjoyed your account of Jack O'bleness and the ballplayer's lesson.

T.Durrill

Serge Krauss · Dec 11, 2004 10:11 AM

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How it was in Elkhart, Indiana - the east side - ca.1960...

We used to fly 1/2 A's in my friend's back yard, but when we needed a larger area for the "big" .35's - Ringmasters, Streaks, Yaks, Mustangs, etc. - we used a field three blocks away from my home. Bordering that field were the back yards of a neighborhood avenue and a grade school. An older fellow (well, approaching middle age, perhaps, but we were young) moved into a house across that street. 'turned out that he was a master modeler, whose house and garage were packed with flying models and whose wife never lost an opportunity to tell him how she was leaving as soon as the planes completed the house takeover.

Anyway, on Summer evenings, he whould likely as not proceed across his street and through the side yards of opposing houses, often trailing a string of neighborhood children, who carried models, equipment, etc. Then he'd roll out his lines and prepare a stunter or combat wing. But before flying his U/C plane, he'd fire up an .020 on a Guillow's type stick and tissue FF (I remember a blue 'Hellcat'), and launch it on the south side of the circle. As the little FF spiralled upward, he'd walk casually to the circle and start his Fox .35, or whatever, for one of us to launch. Meanwhile the kids chased the FF a few feet south and had it ready for him to launch again at the completion of his flight. Conditions then were pretty calm, and I can remember that little FF slowly circling in glide to rest not all that far from the circle. Dusk was setting when he finished his few flights, and some of us would still be there to follow that "Pied Piper" back through the hedge and houses to his garage.

Neighbors did not complain about noise and apparently approved of their kids following this gaunt, chain smoking, weathered looking friend to the "flying field". Bill Lee was his name. Anyone here remember him?

SK

Serge Krauss

Gary Weaver · Dec 11, 2004 10:30 AM

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When I was in high school and lived in Mt. Carmel Illinois 1967 the boy down the street got a control line airplane for his birthday. His Father (Larry Bruster) ordered me to fly the airplane first with his Son at the school. I did not want to fly it first and tried to get out of it but his father was the type person that would not take NO for an answer. At the school every thing was ready, control lines were laid out and checked, airplane fueled up, etc. I instructed Mike Bruster to launch the airplane on my signal. Mike had seen me fly my airplane may times and knew how it was done. At least that is what I though. Engine was running, Mike was holding the airplane and I gave Mike the signal to release the airplane. Mike turned the airplane 90 degrees, aimed it directly at ME in the center of the circle and let it go. I ran as fast as I could to try and get the control lines tight but it was too late the airplane went up turned and did a wing over then straight down and crash. Busted the airplane in a dozen pieces. Mike Bruster (16 yrs old) started SCREAMING like some woman. He screamed for 5 minutes non stop. While we walked home along Walnut street carrying the broken airplane, fuel, battery he continued to scream non stop for the entire 10 minutes walked. People were opening their front door and looking at us as we walked wondering what all the screaming was. I put down the battery and fuel in his driveway and went home. That was the last time I ever had anything to do with Mike Bruster or his Father Larry Bruster ever again.

Gary Weaver

Jeff W · Dec 11, 2004 06:06 PM

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Dwayne:

If I can remember to do it, I'll get even with you for the "old Timers" remark later!

Most of us have many great memories, but one that stand's out for me was in 1961. Rod Durkee, a Free Flighter and character among characters, invited me and 3 other teenagers to go with him to the Nats at NAS Willow Grove (Philadelphia). I had just turned 16 and was the only other licensed driver in the group as we all piled in to Rod's '55 Ford wagon and left Minneapolis for Philly. I'm sure I flew stunt and combat out there but that part of it I don't remember.

What I do remember was being a 16 year old kid with a few local contests to my name and being in the middle of the worlds best flyers. For those of you who are too young to have attended a Navy Nats, take my word that they were something special. All types of flying except indoor were on the air station at once, with attendance totalling well over 1,000 (I think). The huge work hanger stuffed 3/4 full of work benches was absolute heaven, especially in the evenings.
There was always at least one military air show and I can remember seeing an Avro Vulcan at Willow Grove at least once. That was a British, delta winged, HEAVY bomber that converted massive amounts of kerosene directly into massive amounts of noise, while acting as a huge flying overcast.

Wherever you turned there was some kind of model flying. Even those new fangled Radio jobs, but that'll probably never really catch on!

Stunt was thick with the sound of Fox .35s burping on the downward stuff. Seems to me that's the first time I saw a dark haired guy with a "duck Tail" hairdo and a plane called ARES. Knew how to fly it, too!

I was on the round side then, like now. Most of the stunt fliers were thin then. Makes it easier for them to recognise me than the other way around, today. When I got back into it 4 years ago, after a 28 year break, I was amazed that some of those folks still remembered me. It wasn't because of my flying, believe me.

I was lucky enough to attend Navy Nats at Willow Grove, Glenview (Chicago), Olathe Kansas, and Las Alamitos (Los Angeles). 9 total, I think. I'm sure we have a far superior PA competition today, but for a teenager fascinated with all types of things with wings, NOTHING will equal that first Navy Nats. Thanks, Rod!

Jeff Welliver


T.Durrill · Dec 12, 2004 12:23 PM

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Hey Jeff,

Your post also brings back some great memories. I was never as fortunate as you to attend 9 Nats, however, I did get to attend one at Glenview, IL in 1966. My brother-in-law and I packed up an old 1960 Plymouth Valiant and drove from Denver to Kansas City and on to Chicago. That was one of the last NAVY Nats. We slept in the Navy barracks, ate in the Navy chowhall and flew AMA Combat with the big boys. I went out in the first round (Air Force team member belcranked my Wooten Vampire/Fox .36xBB rig) and my brother-in-law went out in the second round (knocked out by one of those Nemesis II/Super Tigre .35 guys from Kansas City or St. Louis.....you remember, the ones with the cowboy hats). Even so, we had a great time, getting out early in the morning, test flying our planes, talking with Riley Wooten who came over to inquire how we liked his latest design (very few fliers had them then as they were newly issued kits). It was here that I also saw the Avro Vulcan do a flyover and boy was that impressive...that plane was truly a flying overcast and put out a sound you will not believe. We had a great time at Glenview in 1966. My other Nats was in Olathe, KS in 1968. My younger brother and I (flying Wooten Vampires...he with the Fox .36xBB and I with the G-21 .35 Super Tigre) flew Open Combat. He was belcranked in the first round by a Wooten Sneeker. Most complete destruction I ever saw in combat. The only thing my brother had left that was usable was his HotRock EZ-Just handle. His engine had been struck by the opponents crankshaft, destroying it....the plane was chewed to little tiny pieces....the lines were destroyed. I was more fortunate in finishing in 5th place out of 75 contestants behind 1st-Riley Wooten, 2nd-Pierre Sigouin, 3rd-Robert Oder, 4th-Steve Ragsdale, and 5th-ME. It was the only Nats trophy I ever won and of course, the only trophy in my collection that I really care about to this day. Great memories....................

T.Durrill

Jeff W · Dec 12, 2004 07:32 PM

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Hi! to messages #17 & 18....

Your reply brings back some more memories. The night before open combat at one of them there was a guy banging his head against the match posting board muttering "Why me?" repeatedly. We all knew who he drew in the first round. I'm told that that became a bit of a tradition but I only saw it once.

By '66 a few of us had discovered that they'd let us in to one of the officer's, or maybe NCO mess (I'm no expert on what they called them).
It was about half a block from the work hanger and you could get real food for next to nothing. Must not have been well known because I never saw more than a dozen or so modelers in there at one time.

I managed to get to Las Alamitos in '67. Hot, smoggy, and near calm.
Watched a relatively unknown flier named Bart Klapinski put up the most "error free" flights I've ever seen. They didn't really jump out at you but he was incredibly smooth and precise, and his straight lines looked like they were drawn with a ruler. Since then I've always felt that it's the sides, more than the corners that really earn the points. In any case, Bart won open and I waited for plans or a kit of his Tempest design to be published. Didn't happen before I quit in '74.
When I came back a few years ago and decided to build a serious Classic plane,I found that RSM has a kit of it. I'm finishing the second one now ( the first died at VSC in the Sunday zephyr).

You mentioned Olathe in '68. That sure was another spot noted for "gentle breezes". Still, a Nats was a Nats. They'e all fun but the Navy ones were something special!

Jeff W

cwmcmillin · Dec 13, 2004 09:36 PM

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Here is a pic of the 67 Tempest. Behind it is Ray Smith's Olympic.


>Hi! to messages #17 & 18....
>
>Your reply brings back some more memories. The night before
>open combat at one of them there was a guy banging his head
>against the match posting board muttering "Why me?"
>repeatedly. We all knew who he drew in the first round. I'm
>told that that became a bit of a tradition but I only saw it
>once.
>
>By '66 a few of us had discovered that they'd let us in to
>one of the officer's, or maybe NCO mess (I'm no expert on
>what they called them).
>It was about half a block from the work hanger and you could
>get real food for next to nothing. Must not have been well
>known because I never saw more than a dozen or so modelers
>in there at one time.
>
>I managed to get to Las Alamitos in '67. Hot, smoggy, and
>near calm.
>Watched a relatively unknown flier named Bart Klapinski put
>up the most "error free" flights I've ever seen. They didn't
>really jump out at you but he was incredibly smooth and
>precise, and his straight lines looked like they were drawn
>with a ruler. Since then I've always felt that it's the
>sides, more than the corners that really earn the points. In
>any case, Bart won open and I waited for plans or a kit of
>his Tempest design to be published. Didn't happen before I
>quit in '74.
>When I came back a few years ago and decided to build a
>serious Classic plane,I found that RSM has a kit of it. I'm
>finishing the second one now ( the first died at VSC in the
>Sunday zephyr).
>
>You mentioned Olathe in '68. That sure was another spot
>noted for "gentle breezes". Still, a Nats was a Nats.
>They'e all fun but the Navy ones were something special!
>
>Jeff W

Randy Ryan · Dec 12, 2004 11:18 AM

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Let's se, was about '64, I used to fly in the baseball diamond around the corner from home. I had a younger cousin that lived across the street from the diamond and he really liked model airplanes. I'd had him in the circle a few times and given him some handle time. Come the time I figure he can handle it and a ask if he'd like to fly it himself, this was my CG Buster, my first "big" stunter. Yes was the excited answer. So out he goes while I get it fired up and ready to launch. He signals and I release, off he goes straight and level doing fine. He does a few climbs and a few dives, even a pretty fair wingover when all of a sudden I notice the airplane climing higher then it should. I look at Kevin and he's walking toward me like nothing was wrong. I watched the model fly around the lines and just climbing in lazy circles and drifting off the diamond toward a vacant area with a couple large trees. It gets higher and higher and drifts closer and closer to one of the trees. Just as I thought it was going to clear the trees and fly on the handle hooked in the upper branches and the model levels out and starts flying aroung the tree in ever decreasing radius circles. Just as I was ready for it to fly into the branches the engine quits and it just kind of pancakes onto a broad branch.

Without talking we go to the tree, climb it and get the airplane, tie a string to the lines and walk around the tree winding as I go. Now we go back over to the diamond and I start to wonder, so I as Kevin what happened. Without expression or remorse he answers "I got tired of flying it".

Well, there was no damage and I flew more that day, but my cousin, well, I explained to him that if he ever wanted to fly another model the he'd either have to find another sucker or build his own.


Randy Ryan <><
AMA 8500
SAM 36
BO all my own M's

jehold66203 · Dec 12, 2004 03:44 PM

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I really enjoy the tales of the past and how we got started or our first Nats or what ever. My first Nats was 1964. I had done pretty good at Wichita that year with a second in Navy Carrier and second in combat. Didn't do to well in Rat Race and did not fly stunt at that time. My unofficial parents, George and Dorathy Watkins were going to the Nats in Texas. They saaid if I had my entry in I could ride with them. Of course they had to stay at a motel as no women allowed on base overnight. I had a bunk next to Bill Wright and Jim Dunkin of F2C Team Race fame. Watching and helping the Meriwethers, Byron, Wayne and Ron. Wayne won Junior National Championship. Byron, the dad, has been deceased for almost two years now. Anyway I manged to win my match in combat in the first round. The second round I drew Riley Wooten. Here I am flying a Big Iron by Berryman with a custom built Johnson Combat Special. boy that thing was fast and would restart. I managed 4 minutes 45 seconds before he killed me. No cuts for either of us till that point. Also I did not know Riley was that tall. After we landed Riley grabbed me and asked my name then walked me over to my plane. He was full of questions. I thanked him for the match. Later on in the week got to meet Larry Scarinzi. He was cleaning his Blue Angel. Seen George Aldrich a couple of times but, he was busy as event director for stunt. That week was so many memories and faces. Got home and wondered why the bottom of my feet were itching. Seems the hot tarmac had blistered my feet I did not notice until I got home. Have attended many Nats since then, but, they were never the same. Miss the big Navy sork hanger. Something going on twenty four hours a day. - DOC

jim ivey · Dec 12, 2004 05:31 PM

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ok....time for the 2nd riley wooten story...i think it was willow grove..1961...i didnt enter anything because i was busy helping a younger brother with the a.y.s.c...but i had brought a couple of airplanes...one was a wing with a "stabulator" danny jones and i had discovered(sorta like the one hi called the eegadmkII)...it really cooked in level flight...108mph w/o whipping...well not much (fingers crossed behind my back)...and it would loop in about 2-3feet w/o mushing...anyway...riley...who had just won 1st in open combat that day was asked to fly combat for the spectator show...he needed a pidgeon to slaughter and no takers till he got to me...i said "sure...ya dont mind if i beat ya do ya?"....he laffed and said something like "go ahead...if ya can"...mmm...he hadnt seen that airplane yet!!....so on the tarmac he let me go first...which was fine with me...after he got up he said..."man that thing is fast"...he couldnt catch me in level flight...so he went up little higher and backed up behind me i thought oboy here it comes!!! the cross line manuever....so you cant go up without tangling...he chased me right to the tarmac gonna git me....i was probably about 4 feet or less from the ground and him right behind me....i did a quick outside loop too close to th ground he thought...came up under him and clipped his streamer right at the knot on the way out...clean kill....total silence....then addin insult to injury...i said somthing like "not much of a show ya want me to let you cut on my streamer" ha ha ha ha..its wonder he didnt hit me....but riley was a good guy he probably just laffed...and i think we went on and put on a good show....we never had a second chance to fly togeather....i'm glad too....ha ha ha ha....jim

ps if i had thought of it...i would have asked for the trophy...at least kept the streamer and asked him to sign it...ha ha ha ha ha

"first liar aint got a chance"
Terry Hedrick Robinson Ks 1990

Steve Helmick · Dec 12, 2004 07:07 PM

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I've never been to a NATS, but I can relate my first ever Sr. Combat match at the '63 NW Regionals, at Sand Point NAS, Seattle. I was almost 18. I had two airplanes, both original stabilator jobs, went pretty good with an OS Max III .35. Unfortunately, my only engine went bad a week or two previously, and I couldn't afford a new one. Weird bolt pattern, so nothing else would bolt in. My club members loaned me stuff to fly, but it was a one shot deal, AFAIK. Mike Haverly loaned me a Johnson .35C, and Phil Sheckler loaned me his worst Voodoo, which had been built upside down, the fix being to cut some off the outboard wing and make it equal panels. It was black or dark blue, with hot pink silk. He said it flew pretty well, but I'd never flown it before the 1st match.

My first match was against Bob Nelson. Bob still shows up to fly D-Bat and 80mph. We got up, and I was chasing. Bob did an outside to inverted, and (woops!), I couldn't fly inverted yet, but was otherwise a reasonably good flier. Not knowing any better, I followed, came out a bit under Bob's model, and was faster. I thought to myself that I couldn't fly inverted, knew to hit down elevator, and went right through Bob's streamer, killing him. I don't remember the next match, but it was also against a good flier, and I beat him too. There wasn't time for more matches, so they tossed a coin, and I got 3rd place trophy. I don't know who won. I wasn't too happy with that, but Phil got his Voodoo back without damage, and Mike's Johnson didn't barf, so they were relieved, I'm sure.

At that time, there were quite a few active CL clubs in the Seattle/Tacoma area, and somehow we got involved in an inter-club team combat comp. It was just one club vs. another. Once we had a bash against a club from Burien or West Seattle, and one of their guys was Henry Nelson, who won the NATS not many years ago. He had a Voodoo with a Torp .35GH. We got drawn for a match, and I got in the air ok, but he couldn't get the .35GH to start. I only remember two bouts I flew against .35GH's, the other being Frank Boden, and neither got started. What was up with that? Were they tricky to start?

For awhile, I had a Johnson .36bb that I bought used from Phil Sheckler, and I never got it to start, myself. I also had a K&B Series '61/'64, which were notorious for snapping the crank behind the front bearing. Mike Haverly had the Johnson and some Foxes, so he proposed that we swap my Johnson for his K&B, which would help both of us with bolt pattern issues. One evening, we made the swap at a summer club meeting/flying session. When Mike flew his new-ish Johnson, the skirt fell off the piston. When I flew my new-ish K&B, the crank snapped off, a shaft-run resulted, the (pressed in) crankpin moved back and ground up the backplate, the posts blew out of the exhaust port in the sleeve, and generally trashed the whole POS. Off to the factory, yet again. K&B was very good about rebuilding these things, and eventually came up with a real powerhouse, tho still fragile cranks. Never had one last long enough to get fully broken-in, but still ran 108mph on K&B 100 and full 9-8 Tornado (amazing torque), no whip, no streamer.

Finally, I discovered the ST .35C, and had some durable, reliable and fast engines. I still have both of my originals. Steve

De Hill · Dec 12, 2004 06:50 PM

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In late 1963, I was stationed at Naha AFB Okinawa. We had a club named the Aerial Habus.(Flying Snakes) Jim Tichy, (a jet engine mechanic) showed me a picture of Bill Werwage's Ares in a Flying models magazine, and told me that he was going to design an I-beamer.

Sure, I said, and passed it off. ( you know how GI's BS)

Jim designed a large I-Beamer, and bolted a Veco .45 in it. The airplane was painted a sort of metallic maroon as best I can remember.
The workmanship was fabulous on that airplane! He originally was going to call it the Humongous, but settled on Colossus for the name.

In the spring of 1964, the whole club went TDY up to Tachikawa, Japan for the Far East Airforce championships. Jim won AMA stunt there with the Colossus.

Later in 1964, Jim was ready to rotate back to the U.S. because his tour was over. The Colossus was too big to ship home, so he sold the Colossus to one of the new clubmembers, a guy named Larry Barickman.
(currently Pampa's VP)

Larry wanted to fly the airplane right away, so Jim lent him the Veco .45 to fly it with,

There was one problem with the airplane. It was set up to fly clockwise, which is backwards for most of us. Larry decided to take off in a clockwise direction, which meant that the control movement would be the same as flying inverted. He took off and flew a few manuvers. The airplane looked strange to him since when it was flying clockwise, the wheels were down instead of up. When he flew counterclockwise, the wheels were up instead of down. Finally, the differing views of the airplane confused his mind, and the airplane dug a big hole in the ground.

The Colossus of course, went to airplane heaven. pieces were everywhere!

De Hill

jim ivey · Dec 12, 2004 08:35 PM

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i flew georges yellow nobler like that once...handle upside down...didnt wanna land it so he came out and got it and finished flying out the tank....jim

Bill Little · Dec 12, 2004 09:24 PM

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Back in '63-'64, my flying buddy built a Midwest Cougar and used a Green Head K&B (Knuckle Buster) 35 to power it. He figured since it was mounted up right, it might not bite as bad as it did on a profile.
WRONG! It gave him fits. Finally one day while getting his knuckles whacked repeatedly, he walked away for a minute. When he returned he had a tobacco stick, told me to hold the plane good, put the prop on compression and hit the prop like he was trying to knock it out of Yankee Stadium! LOL!!
It started.
Bill <><

"It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt"
Abraham Lincoln

mdgretz · Dec 12, 2004 10:23 PM

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This is one thread that makes it worth wading through all the political bul#*hit that's been clogging up this forum lately. Enjoyed the stories very much. Thanks guys for the great stories.

"It's deja vu all over again."
Mike Gretz

Jeff W · Dec 13, 2004 06:16 PM

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Mike:

Nice to hear from you but I know you have some interesting tales also. Remember, I was there for some of them. How about spinning a couple over the campfire for the rest of us?

Jeff

P.S.: Thanks for NOT bringing up some of the dumb things I used to do at the Mankato contest. Man, that concrete was hard!

jim ivey · Dec 13, 2004 06:47 PM

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ok heres a BP story for ya...I first met bob at griffith park I think in 1953or54...i was about 11 or 12 and I asked him how did you ever get that good?...he said "learnin to stay away from terra firma" he pointed at the gound and said "thats terra" he tapped it with his right foot and said "and it is firma"... also that day he gave me the very first t'bird kit...it wasnt even in the hobby shops...that was why mine had a "2" on the rudder....jim

cwmcmillin · Dec 13, 2004 11:21 PM

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My second Nats was as a spectator in 1967 at Los Alamitos. There are a lot of memories from that of an eight year old. Mainly the Planes of Fame's F6F Hellcat on display and the Blue Angels arrival in the Tigers.
The hangar was really nice and of course the scale cage a magnet. Every kid on the field would visit it several times a day for new arrivals.
Since we lived nearby, Dad and Bill Rutherford would practice at Readi-Spud. This made no sense to me as there were all kind of places to fly at the base. Of course no one was at Readi-Spud, and they got in a lot of flights.
I idolized Bart and loved his mix of stunt and scale like realism. I stared at his cockpit with sliding canopy for hours. One airplane I really liked was Jim Mayfield's Toronado. It had two pilots and I thought that was very friendly. So was Jim, always nice things to say and he thought I was great because I could loop a Flying Clown.
Here is Jim's Toronado on the line at the Los Al Nats, 1967.
Chris...