My son and I finally got to Whittier Narrows Thursday. I forgot our toolbox, so I knew it was going to be weird. I was not disappointed.
We first flew Paul's new Flite Streak. We checked the controls, looked OK. It has an OS .25 now, for it's maiden flight.
I release the plane and it goes straight up (full 2-stroke), does a loop and comes down, nearly taking my head off. My son's plans were some level laps and if smooth, a loop or two. He's a competent pilot, so I knew something was way wrong. We were flying in the caged circle and I got the heck out of it.
The plane looked completely out of control, looping all over, like a combat plane. My son's never flown like that. I thought he had no control, but he kept that up for an impossible length of time before finally driving the poor thing straight down into the tarmac. (I never get to type, tarmac).
He said he did have control but the plane kept coming in on him and he had to keep backing up. Maybe between him being used to a heavy, sluggish Ringmaster, not used to a light, highly responsive plane, along with the fact that we could find no indication there was a weight in the outer wing tip, added up to utter mayhem?
We cleaned up the carnage then got my Nobler ready for it's tempt with death. I started fueling it and stopped when all the fuel was obviously running out of the bottom of the plane. No toolbox, no way to remove the cowl to see what's effed up. Both dad and son pack it in and go home, pissed off.
Saturday I went down to WN by myself, stooge line assembly rigged and ready. I sat in my car and waited about 15 minutes and the guy on the circle nearest the parking lot started packing up. I walked over and was immediately struck by the high degree of coolness of his planes. 1/2A scale stunters, I think. Both had diesels. The gentleman turned out to be, the Designman himself, Larry Renger!
Now, here I am, looking at these awesome, scale models, with the world-famous Larry Renger, standing here and I'm about to drag out my loathsome Nobler? Holy crap! This was embarrassing! Larry asked me what motor I had in there and I cringed a little when I admitted, an OS .40! Ack! Imagine my self-disgust!
You ain't heard the best part!
I get my plane fueled (oh, the fuel leaked out Thursday because when I drilled the holes for the cowling screws...) and started, plane tugging on my stooge, I walk out to pick up the handle and I see Larry waving his arms and pointing at my plane, which still has the glow-plug battery attached, sticking out under the engine! I ran back to the plane and as I got there , Larry reached under and pulled the battery off for me. I thanked him profusely then went out to get my handle thinking, OK, great, now you really look like a moron, now crash the sucker really good and complete the scene!
Somehow, between dumb-luck and excellent, skilled, cheap Chinese labor, the plane flew well. I made four flights. On the third flight I managed to bottom out on the tarmac (love that word), busted a Zinger (yeah I know, rookies use Zingers!) scraped/cracked my cowling where it got smashed between the tarmac and the OS's cylinder head and busted the glow-plug's center post off. Bent the landing gear a tad. No big deal. Stuck another 11/6 Zinger on there, tweaked the gear and had a nice fourth flight.
Larry's word's on departure, after my first flight was to go leaner, I did and I got some decent 4-2-4's.
On a couple of wing-overs I noticed I could see the outer wing a little, it was coming in a little. Maybe more tip-weight?
Cheers,
Andy