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But unlike Pilawt, I EVENTUALLY learned to love it. This picture is me, in the early 1990's, with my Tri-Q2.
When I first bought it, I had about 90 hours. I bought it from the builder, Walt Halloran, who was a WWII/Korea/Vietnam vet, and had something like 30,000 hours. Walt had just lost his medical, and couldn't give me a checkout due to him having limited mobility from a stroke. Walt told me, "Don't worry, it is a breeze to fly." This, of course, was coming from a guy that had flown piston / jet fighters his whole life. On a side note, I had no idea when I bought the plane about Walt's past. Months after buying the plane and meeting Walt, I looked on the cover of a EAA magazine, and there's Walt! The article talked about his history, his confirmed kills, and how he had flown with greats like Hoover and Yeager. I wish I would have known that when I met him.
But back to the Tri-Q2...I took an Amtrak to Minnesota, to pick up the Tri-Q2. Although it only had 65 hp, it was extremely aerodynamically clean, and up to this point, my 90 hours of experience was in "aerodynamically dirty" trainers. But, with youthful bravado I never even considered that I might have a problem, handed Walt a check at the airport, fired up the Tri-Q2, and took off.
At first, I thought, "Wow! This thing is so touchy, but I love it!" I think it had a roll rate about 10 times faster than a C150. I flew towards home with little concern at 120 knots having a blast. All was good until I started descending for my first fuel stop in Wisconsin. I pulled the power back, pointed the nose down (like I've done many times in the C150), and glanced over at the airspeed...200 knots!!! Yikes! And, a Tri-Q2 has no flaps, no spoilers, no speed brakes, etc. Now I start to sweat.
I at least had enough sense to realize that the 4000 foot field I was descending to was not going to cut it. The Tri-Q2 stalled at like 75 knots, but you NEVER fly a canard to stall on landing (Walt had drilled this in my head), so you touch down at like 85+ knots, flying onto the runway. I turned around, and diverted to Lacrosse, which had a runway double in length. It took me THREE attempts to get the Tri-Q2 landed on a 8700 foot runway, and even then I wasn't sure I was gonna stop in time. I actually spent the rest of the day practicing landing at Lacrosse, but being a new pilot, hadn't perfected slips well enough to get the plane slowed down to land on less than 6000 feet.
I got a hotel room and made an unexpected stay in Lacrosse, then the next morning, instead of flying home to my home airport with 4500 foot runways, I flew to my parent's, who live near a military base-turned-civilian airport with 11000 foot runways. I actually left the plane at that airport for about a month, driving 3 hours each way each weekend to practice landing, until I finally got to a point that I could land in less than 4000 feet. Even then, just thinking about flying would make me break out in a cold sweat, no exaggeration!
But, like I said in the beginning, I did eventually learn to fly, and like, the Tri-Q2. By the time I sold it a few years later, I could get it into 2000 foot strips no problem.