Tue May-13-08 08:22 PM by Brett Buck
I am sure my legion of fan(s) noticed that my VP column was missing from the latest SN. Seems that Tom and I got our wires crossed a little bit, no big problem. But since it was a tribute, I figure I will post it here, too.
Bill was literally one of my favorite people in the world. I don't say that lightly.
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VP Column June/July 2008
Brett Buck
972 Henderson Ave. #4
Sunnyvale, CA, 94086
[email protected](408) 246-8173
Bill Fitzgerald
Bill Fitzgerald died February 24th. He went peacefully after seeing his children and grandchildren earlier in the day. He had been suffering from progressive aphasia and dementia for a few years now, as far as I can tell, it was idiopathic (they didn’t know the cause).
I had known Bill for 25 years - essentially the entire time I have lived in California. I knew he was having problems, but was not aware that they were life-threatening. As such, this came as quite a shock.
I’ll say this right up front- Bill and I spent a tremendous amount of time together over the years, and he was one of my favorite people in the world. I have lost something with his passing - but not as much as I have gained by having known him
Bill the Silent Partner
Whether it’s generally understood, or not, Bill had a tremendous influence on this event. He and Ted Fancher were the core of the “west coast”/Northern California group. From the early 70’s on, this group, has had, for better or worse (depending on your point of view), a tremendous influence on stunt design, judging, and the running of contests. Bill, although he was never one to seek the spotlight or go out of his way to get recognition, played a big part.
Some of the rest of this is second-hand, or simply my own personal experience but please indulge me.
Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure
Bill and Ted met and began flying models together in the Early 70’s. Ted of course had been flying since the late 50s and Bill had also flown many events back in his youth. They were both working for United at the time. Bill had been a United line mechanic before becoming a pilot and was a very “linear” thinker when it came to making airplanes. Ted had what you might call an “artists” approach to the problem.
Bill and Ted would frequently build together and I get the distinct impression that they challenged each other’s tolerance from time to time. Bill would reportedly take all day to drill one hole. But it would be a perfectly round, perfectly placed hole. Ted tells of the three drill bits he owned at the time - big, little and bent (for the sizes in between). Another thing they ended up doing in the early years was picking the best possible adhesive. Turned out they had somehow come to the conclusion that polyester resin (the stinky stuff used as the adhesive for fiberglass layups). That was Bill and Ted thinking “out of the box”
Bill was a *master craftsman*. It took forever but when it was done, by God, it was perfect. He took Monokote to a new level. His “Gypsy” still hangs on the basement wall, and the Monokote looks like a brand new, perfectly executed, car paint finish.
Bill and Ted also invented “high-rev/low pitch” - and never realized it! Bill told me the story on the way back from the Northwest Regionals one time.
WAM used to (actually still does) run Stunt in engine size classes like the other events - A/B/C/D, etc. It you wanted to win the overall championship, you needed to enter at least some of other engine class sizes. Everybody had a BC plane, but you needed at least an A plane as well to score maximum points in the overall championship.
So, they took a straightforward approach. A SIG Banshee flies pretty well, so get the strongest 19 available and stick it on there. That would be a Veco 19bb. If you put a 9-6 on it and crank it up, it’s too fast. So how about a 10-4? That slowed it up nicely, sounded like a sewing machine/jet turbine, not like the chugging 4-2 break McCoys they flew in their “real” airplanes. In fact it was very easy to fly, even easier than the “real” airplane. The light bulb didn’t go on, however, until Bob Hunt and later Paul Walker demonstrated tuned pipe engines performance - 15 years later! As soon as I heard their story, I went out the next day and bought a 20FP and stuck it on my Skyray 35 in place of the Fox 35. Physics hadn’t changed since 1973, I found.
I’ll let Ted tell the story of how much Bill contributed to the “Imitation” article - but it was extremely influential, whether it is acknowledged or not. The mathematical analysis approach displayed looks a lot like a Bill thing, to me.
Bill was a very good Pilot
I only saw Bill fly stunt a few times. Ted said that he, Bill, and Gary McClellan were in the same ballpark as far as skills go. Obviously that’s a little self-deprecating on Ted’s part. But the few times I saw Bill fly - with no practice for years - made it clear that he knew what he was doing at the handle, and with a little practice he would be quite competitive. Given that his mind, and David’s, are pretty much carbon copies of each other, I wouldn’t have like to have to go up against him in a contest.
Bill the Coach
Of course, Bill was also Ted’s coach throughout Ted’s remarkable career. Later he also coached for David and I. He was just as much of a perfectionist at that as he was at anything else. And he hardly ever got emotionally wound up in it - he’d say what you did wrong but not how stupid you were for having done it. He was generally a man of few words, but whenever he coached me, early on, he had plenty to say. He taught me how to coach, as well, and that has served me quite well.
Bill As a Judge
In later years of course Bill judged at the NATs and many other local contests. After having coached with him for years, judging with him was a snap. He was a WORLD-CLASS judge - never too prone to ballooning, never showing the slightest bias towards or against anyone. Just like metronome, he would click off flight after flight with the same criteria and very consistent scores. Even when some of his other faculties had clearly begun to degenerate (ability to communicate, particularly) he still held in there with consistent and accurate scoring.
Of course, at the NATS, Bill rarely if ever got a chance to judge the big boys on Friday and Saturday. Not because he would have shown favoritism, but because with Ted, David, and occasionally myself, he would have been mercilessly attacked for it (by those small-minded few who make it their life’s work to make public spectacles of themselves). So he was almost always “stuck” in Advanced. Some people don’t like that, but Bill never complained or said a word about it. He was there to judge, and it didn’t matter to him which class it was.
Bill‘s last event as a Judge was at the 2005 NATS and it was clear to me that it was becoming a physical challenge for him. As luck would have it, that was the year I crashed out and ended up judging Advanced. We did a few warm-up flights and it was one of my proudest moments to find, afterwards, that I had tracked Bill almost 1:1 for two entire flights.
Bill And David
The only time I ever saw Bill significantly emotional was when it came to David. Obviously, he was as proud as he could be when David started having success. But occasionally you could see flashes of the usual Father/Son thing going on. At the ’94 NATs, David looked like he was going to make his first Top 5. Then on one flight, he flew past about 20 feet on his wingover pull-up - something that he had been doing on and off all week, and had been getting coaching on. Well he missed by a gnat’s *ss. For the next 3 days, Bill would mention that fact about every 10 minutes. Eventually David got tired of hearing it. If it had been Ted or I, it would have been a pretty mild reaction. With Bill, you could tell it had gotten under his skin a bit.
Bill in Restaurants
Bill was the terror of waitresses throughout the US (and probably every other country he visited, as well). I can’t even remember the details, but he always had some sort of special request, and it never really got done correctly, and he would point it out. I can remember sitting around in semi-mock embarrassment and telling the waitress that I didn’t know these guys, I was just a hitchhiker they picked up! Bill (and others) had a multi-year running disagreement with the ladies at the Executive Inn restaurant in Vincennes, Indiana (near the mid-America Air Center where several NATS were held). Come in from a long day at the field, and you want to re-hydrate. So you ask for a pitcher of water at the table so you don’t have to keep asking for refills. Apparently that’s against one of the (numerous) rules. That doesn’t stop you from asking - over and over and over again.
Near as I can tell, no matter how times this happened, no one ever really got angry with him. He was obviously so innocent about it that they just got exasperated.
Bill’s sense of humor
Bill was not what you would call a brilliant comedian. He was just too straightforward and too much of a straight arrow to be a world-class smart-alec (like myself). But he was *very* easy to get a laugh out of. And you could hear it from anywhere on the field. He was a great audience.
One Last Time
The last time I talked to Bill was at the presentation of Arlie Prezler’s PAMPA award. All the old crew was there - Bill, Gary, Arlie, Lanny, Ted; the usual suspects. This was shortly before the 2006 NATs. This was obviously going to be a big opportunity for someone new to win (with the “big guns off to the W/C). The last thing Bill said to me was “No matter what happens, don’t let XXXXX beat you!” (name redacted in the name of harmony). Well, Bill, mission accomplished.
The next time I saw him (the last time) he wasn’t really able to talk. But he was still fully up to speed otherwise. He grabbed my hand and gave it a big squeeze. I knew what he meant.