The last couple days I've been busy with work and students and other life commitments. It's drove me crazy as taking the fly baby for another flight is constantly in the back of my mind.
I made it to the airport at about 6PM and parked outside my hangar. Kind of a weird feeling to just go fly your airplane without thinking about scheduling and whether or not the line guys are going to be too busy to give you gas.
I battled the hangar doors that don't open so well, which is probably a good thing, as I don't think they'd blow off very easily either. Even though they can be a hassle it doesn't bother me at all. I consider myself extremely fortunate right now to even have the opportunity to cuss at the door
I pulled the Flybaby out of the hangar and carefully preflighted it, paying special attention to the flying wires and their various brackets. After that I moved onto the flight controls and then lastly the engine, oil, and fuel.
Now it was time to start the engine which is a more intimate experience when you don't have a starter. I positioned the airplane next to a large pole, chocked both tires, and tied the tail down.
Fuel on
Mags off
Throttle full
Pulled a few blades through
Throttle fully closed, then three turns in
Mags on
Two flicks of the prop and the engine started to a nice smooth idle
Engine gauges good
There was nobody around - but if there were - people always compliment how smooth it sounds. A testiment to Matt's careful work when he overhauled the engine a few years ago.
I then put my parachute on, removed the chocks, and carefully climbed into the airplane. After securing the canopy and my four point harness I reached down and pulled the tail hook release. The tail swung around smoothly from the grass onto the pavement.
I taxied to the runway and did a run-up. There really isn't much to check on this airplane compared to many of the other aircraft I fly.
"Crete traffic, Experimental eight mike lima, departing runway 17 to the south"
I taxied out onto the runway and noticed how much more comfortable I'm feeling taxing it compared to a couple days ago.
Throttle up, tail up, and next thing I know I'm in the air and the ground is getting smaller. The visibility out of the Flybaby with Matt's custom canopy is pretty amazing. Some people may say the midwest is boring but to my eyes it's absolutely beautiful. The sharp deep greens of the soybeans next to the corn fields under the perfect light is a sight to behold.
I worked my way to the southeast and landed at Beatrice. I was feeling thirsty and wasn't in a hurry so I decided to shut down and hit up the pop machine.
I looked around and noticed there were no ropes available to tie the tail down. No big deal really, I'll used use one of my own ropes and leave it. The safety of keeping it secured is worth the cost of a rope to me.
After departing I decided to heat southwest towards Fairbury. I wasn't completely sure where it was at but wasn't too worried. I started the timer on the stopwatch and figured I'd either run into it or I wouldn't. Fate was on my side and after a bit the airport came into sight. I landed and decided to just exit and taxi back because I was in no hurry...there was no Hobbs meter ticking.
I departed Fairbury and headed north east. I've been kind of curious as to what the true airspeed is at higher altitudes. So I climbed up to 5,500 feet and let things stabilize then did some TAS calculations. I came up with 84 knots TAS at 2500 RPM - not bad for 75 HP and 4-5 GPH. The throttle was out quite a bit and there was more power that could be had. I suspect if I climbed up to 7,000 or so I might gain a few more knots TAS. I made note to try that next time.
After some time Crete came into sight and I worked my way down to the pattern altitude. Made an acceptable landing but not my best and taxied it to my hangar. I opened the canopy and let the air rush over my head for a bit before shtuting it off. Why? Because I felt like it.
Shortly after shutdown Geico (from PoA) walked up and I showed him the Flybaby. He mentioned the unique sound the airplane makes in flight (it's the air rushing over all the flying wires). He helped me push the Flybaby back into the hangar and I stood there for a few minutes admiring it and cleaning things up.
I've noticed that whenever someone sees the airplane they:
1.) Tell me how unique it sounds from the ground
2.) Admire the canopy (Matt is a genius, I'm afraid of something happening to it because I don't think I'm capable of building such a thing again)
3.) Compliment how smooth it sounds
I haven't got sick of hearing the above, and suspect I never will