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    John Williams 2015 REVO for sale; building new plane; great price, make offer
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    John Williams commented on John Williams's picture.
    I enjoyed taking a friend flying in my REVO this weekend. The ForeFlight screen shot is one of the routes we planned for, starting in Williamsburg, Virginia: KJGG. My passenger, Paul, is starting the Virginia Department of Aviation Passport ...
    1 month ago
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    John Williams
    John Williams FAA seminar in Chesterfield, VA, this Saturday, November 4. Weather permitting, I plan to fly my Revo to attend. I hope to see other Virginia and NC trike pilots attend. I hope to show the REVO to other pilots who might take up real flying. Got to sell my Revo, I'm building another airplane and need to make room in the hanger. Great price for a fuel injected 100 HP Rotax REVO with just about every possible option. Contact me on Trikepilot for details or email me: jdwlaw (at) gmail (dot) com
    1 month ago
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    John Williams FAA seminar in Goldsboro, NC, Saturday, Oct. 14. Weather permitting, I plan to fly my REVO to attend. I hope some other NC Trike pilots will join in. JDW PS My REVO is for sale; I'm building another airplane. No space in the hanger.
    2 months ago
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    John Williams If you cannot go flying, you can always find a way to use your machine to help with dinner preparations. Watch this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8KsAPoSuPI&feature=player_embedded I wouldn't do that with my REVO, I respect WSC aircraft. However, if I had a Gyro, and if Abid wouldn't mind, we could make dinner for a big crowd. Just kidding, Abid. Cheers & safe flying, JDW PS: My loaded REVO is available for sale.
    2 months ago
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    John Williams
    John Williams commented on Larry Mednick's Video.
    Larry: Really GREAT VIdeo !! Perhaps someone will want to change props on my REVO that is for sale. Thanks for your continued innovations for WSC pilots. Regards, JDW
    5 months ago
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    John Williams commented on John Williams's picture.
    Sunset over the James River, Virginia. 6 introductory REVO flights for friends and airport visitors. What a delightful evening flying a fantastic machine. This fuel injected Rotax REVO is for sale. I am building another airplane, ...
    5 months ago
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    John Williams commented on jeff trike's Video.
    Jeff: Great video, as always! JDW
    5 months ago
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    John Williams REVO X-country trip report: another great day in the saddle. Daytona to Virginia, 650 nautical miles in a comfortable X-country machine. Electronic trim certainly allows for speed changes to allow for different flying conditions. The only problem flying a REVO across the USA is having to spend an hour at each fuel stop showing off a great machine. As previously mentioned, my REVO is for sale because I am building a Questair Venture experimental aircraft. Safe flying to all our fellow WSC pilots!!
    8 months ago
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    John Williams
    John Williams REVO for sale, relocating to Virginia this week. Building a new plane, Revo needs a new home
    8 months ago
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      Larry Mednick John you can drop it off here. We have future buyers.
      8 months ago
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    John Williams
    John Williams Thanks White Eagle and Andy Hughes, for your comments on a video that was posted long ago. We could not compile such a video under today's FAA regulations about drone flights. My understanding is that a drone cannot be flown on airport property without special FAA clearance. None the less, I think the better video was the 'Eastern Shore flight with Jason Miller'. The REVO in the video was replaced with another REVO a year later. Because I am now building a Questair Venture airplane, I feel the need to sell my current 2015 Revo with just about every option available (no trim rudder tabs). Fuel injected 100 HP Rotax, big tires, large screen MGL, transponder, VHF, all lights, electric trim, instructor package. White with green trim. Rival S 12.5 meter wing. Sweet price, trailer available. Revo is in Florida now, will soon return to Virginia for the summer.
    9 months ago
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    white eagle
    white eagle commented on John Williams's Video.
    Love the color combination on your revo . Interesting perspectives and view gives and xtra flavor to the video. Loved it thanks
    9 months ago
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    Andy Hughes
    Andy Hughes commented on John Williams's Video.
    A little too close to the wildlife @3:55 all and all a good video!
    9 months ago
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    John Williams
    John Williams 1,000+ trike hours; 1,000+ fixed wing hours. Fuel injected Revo for sale, attractive price!
    1 year ago
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    John Williams
    John Williams Why does my 'status' change every time I post to TSP? My 'status' should change ONLY when I try to 'update' my status. Then, every time I go back to update my 'status' another general post goes to the main message board. Help!
    1 year ago

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  • Robert Morrison
    by Robert Morrison 4 years ago
    Hey John; I noticed a Presidential Helicopter in the background of the picture of you and I assume your wife. I was a Pres Crew Chief with HMX-1 during the Carter and Reagan years. I retired as a Gunny and live here in Palm Bay, Florida and have my Airborne Trike in a hangar in Sebastian, Florida. About 2 years ago, I flew to Cedar Keys...also, considering ipad with foreflight.......small world
  • John Williams
    by John Williams 5 years ago
    Below is a write up of a flight from Rock Hill, SC, to Cedar Key,
    Florida, undertaken in a Weight Shift Control ultralight "TRIKE".
    The author, Krista Miller, is a fixed wing pilot.   Krista and her
    husband, Jason Miller, are two of the co-founders of ForeFlight, a
    pilot oriented APP for iPhones and iPads.    Krista and Jason were
    partners with John & Maxine Williams in a Cessna 182, based in
    Williamsburg, Virginia, before they moved to Rock Hill.     John
    Williams is IFR certified; he flies his Airborne Trike and a Cirrus
    SR-22.



    TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 2012
    Adventure with John to Florida... in January... in a trike!
    Crazy, you say?  Perhaps.

    Cold, you think?  Indeed.

    Adventure, you wonder?  Definitely!

    (Pardon the repost of pictures here, but now you'll have written
    context for the visuals.)

    On Saturday afternoon, our very dear friend John Williams arrived at
    our home airport, KUZA, from his home airport, KJGG, which used to be
    our home airport, too!  Remember our precious little 172, the one I
    (and John) trained in, the one I still think of when I get a wonderful
    whiff of old oil and machinery?  We were partners on that plane with
    John, Jim Hamer and another fellow.

    Anyway, John flew from Williamsburg to Rock Hill on Saturday, a
    straight five-hour flight in his Airborne XT-912.  John was John --
    happy to make the trip, energetic and good-natured.  That gave me a
    good dose of excitement about our journey on Sunday.

    For you see, as much as I was really really really looking forward to
    the trip, I was wary of the cold.  I mean, come on!  Who flies in an
    open-air aircraft in January?!?!?!  John, of course, and I wasn't
    about to wimp out because of not being toasty!

    But John's positivity is positively contagious.  :)  We had some
    barbeque, checked the next day's weather (expecting a tailwind!), and
    all turned in early.

    Sunday morning:  pancakes and bacon, then off to the airport!  We
    gassed up the trike and bundled up -- I wore jeans, two pairs of
    socks, sneakers, three shirts, a ski bib, a heavy coat, two pairs of
    gloves and what would prove to be the best scarf ever.  John had
    jeans, a few shirts, a fleece, a jacket and heavy gloves, so I felt
    sure I'd be baking in my getup.




    After gaining about 14" in padding all around, it was time to wedge
    into the backseat:  no small feat.  John had to buckle my seatbelt for
    me, then helped me into the headset and helmet.  He got himself
    situated, cranked up, and gave me the run-down of the avionics and
    controls.

    He makes it seem so easy.  :)

    We taxied out in the near-freezing temps, did the run-up, and needed
    about 12 feet of runway to lift off.  More than that, of course, but
    it's impressive, all the more so when you're sitting two feet off the
    pavement with very little between it and you.  It's pretty fun.

    John flew us down to KFDW (Fairfield County), ~40nm south.  It was
    cold, indeed, and the sun still seemed pretty low in the sky.  Imagine
    going 60mph on a motorcycle in January and you'll get the idea.  We
    didn't get much of the turbulence we were expecting, but it was still
    early in the day and the ground had yet to warm up.  From the back, it
    seemed like a smooth ride.  I tried to take in the countryside as it
    became less and less familiar while keeping an eye on what John was
    doing so that when my turn came up, I'd know what to expect.

    John landed us as gently as a feather on a pillow and we rolled onto
    the ramp to deplane.  John admitted to being cold, and found that the
    wind was coming in through the pockets of his jacket, which luckily
    had zippers he could close to seal off that leak.




    As planned, we switched pilots and I got my first crack at flying an
    ultralight!  Yes, there are training bars attached to the main wing
    bar so that John can control it from the rear should I lose my grip on
    it or reality.  We had another brief lesson on the ground here and I
    was ready to go!

    Driving the trike on the ground is easy with the brakes and foot
    controls.  For takeoff, it was pedal to the metal with the bar pushed
    all the way forward, and just after lift off the bar comes back
    slightly for a reasonable climb.

    Flying the trike in the air takes a little getting used to.  As John
    said, it's a weight-shift aircraft.  If you want to go up, you push
    the bar forward, which tilts the wing up relative to the horizontal
    line of the trike.  To go down, pull the bar back to tilt the wing
    down.  To turn left, push the wing right, which drops the left wing
    tip relative to you, and to turn right push the wing left.  Mix and
    match.

    It took me a lot longer than expected to get the hang of it, pun kinda
    intended.  Partly because it was totally new.  Partly because I was
    getting colder, probably because we were up around 2300-2500' for this
    leg and despite the benefit of the windscreen and enclosure around my
    outstretched legs.  Partly because I was still trying to feel out the
    amount of time required for the craft to accomplish flight inputs of
    different magnitudes.  Partly because I was now feeling the
    turbulence, and wondering how John could possibly have flown so
    smoothly that I didn't notice it before!  There were a few jolts that
    made me instinctively become a vise on the bar.

    John kept reminding me, helpfully, that it's easier to fly when you're
    relaxed physically and mentally.  He of course could tell when I was
    tensing up, and when he said so I'd realize how tense I was and try to
    shake it off a bit -- shoulder circles, finger stretches, and the
    like.

    As we approached Columbia's airspace, going around the eastern side, I
    started to get comfortable.  Then I noted on the GPS the corridor
    between KCAE (Columbia) and KSSC (Shaw AFB), two airspaces I really
    didn't want to intrude upon.  Really really.  Can you imagine an F-22
    intercept sent out for an ultralight?  I could, and I didn't want to
    be involved at all, ever, period.

    The GPS showed current position and a line that indicated our position
    in the future, ending with our position in 10 minutes.  As I made
    corrections, I'd glance down and see that OH NO IN TEN MINUTES WE'LL
    BE IN THE AFB!  So I'd hurriedly adjust to prevent that, then glance
    down to see that OH CRAP IN TEN MINUTES WE'LL BE IN CAE AIRSPACE!  So
    I'd hurriedly adjust the other way.  Guess what I did for about
    fifteen minutes straight?!?!  Add the unpredictable course changes
    based on turbulence and I was not having a good time.

    :)  I'm such a doofus.  You see, the margin between those two
    airspaces is GIGANTIC.  Like 12 miles gigantic.  Had I been the one to
    preflight the route, I would have known that.  More importantly, had I
    been less rusty in my stupid brain, I would have realized that the
    zoom level of the GPS was showing a very wide range, making our
    tremendously huge marker seem mere inches from the areas I was trying
    to avoid!

    So, there you go.  Bared my soul about my doinkiness.  Yep, I'm
    blushing.  Hindsight is something/something.

    First part of my leg of the flight:  learn to fly the trike.  Second
    part:  keep the trike where it should be.  Third part:  relax and fly.
    Ahhhh, that I could finally do.  We were past those enemy zones, so
    now all I had to do was pick a spot on the horizon that generally
    matched the heading the GPS was showing and try to keep it pointed
    there and level.  This part was pretty good.  Turns out that all those
    big nasty fires on the ground make really good references from the
    air; you can track those columns of smoke for ages.  Occasionally I'd
    have to put in a major course correction because I let us wander while
    I was looking around, but nothing awful I think.  John kept reassuring
    me that things were going well and that I was doing a good job for my
    first time up front.  I did have to ask John to fly for a minute once
    when a strand of hair got loose and caught in my eye, and there's not
    much you can do with two pairs of gloves on.  (BTW, when the wind
    could pick up anything loose and pull it over your shoulder into the
    propeller, you're extremely careful when taking off gloves.)

    John co-flew the approach and landing (okay, he flew it and I rested
    my hands on the bar) to 88J, Allendale, our next planned stop.  We
    topped off with fuel and went inside for a bit to warm up.  I think it
    was roughly noon by now.  John, being John, made friends with Norman,
    who may have been the lineman or FBO manager or another plane owner or
    any regular Joe as far as I know!  :)



    I graciously declined John's offer to let me fly the upcoming leg.  We
    had picked two more stops (I don't recall the first, then KAMG) before
    reaching our destination of KCDK -- Cedar Key, FL.  He gave me the
    option of whether to make that first stop or not, and I suggested
    blazing ahead to KAMG, where we would need to refuel.  With that as a
    plan, John took us up and we were off!

    It had gotten bumpy by now down low, so shortly into this leg John
    took us up to 4500' where you can see for miles and miles.  Up there
    it was smooth as glass, but oh so cold.  My warm coat was working
    perfectly, the ski bib was keeping me warm, but those sneakers, those
    damn mesh-topped sneakers were giving all shreds of heat away from my
    feet!  It wasn't long before the cold and numbness in my feet was
    distracting me from the views.  A little bit later, the wind seemed to
    have wicked the feeling of warmth from my whole body right out those
    sneakers and I was shivering all over.  Eventually it was tough to
    think about much else, despite my resolve to not wuss out.  Alas, I
    did wuss out and asked John if we could land before AMG for warmth.
    He asked me how urgent it was, and, still trying to contain the
    wussiness, I said within half an hour.

    During that half hour or so, we flew past an awesome thing; not
    awesome as in "cool, dude!" but awesome as in impressive.  There was a
    huge fire down below.  This was somewhere in mid-to-lower Georgia.
    The dense and intense smoke was rising in a vast column.  When you
    have a campfire, you may have a pile of burning stuff three feet in
    diameter, and the smoke quickly narrows and thins out as it rises.
    Not this.  If it was two acres burning down below, the column of
    opaque smoke covered two horizontal acres going straight up.  It could
    have been a gigantic glass of milk sitting there.  What was neat was
    that it topped out near our altitude of 4500'.  It just stopped
    ascending here, and ever so lightly was getting dragged out to the
    east.  There might have been a temperature inversion layer trapping
    it, like a ceiling traps smoke and gives it a surface to roll along.

    KBHC.  Baxley, GA.  We landed and rolled up to the self-serve pump and
    as we disengaged ourselves from the ultralight, two gentlemen came out
    of the FBO grinning ear to ear.  We must be an unusual sight.  One
    fella said he was coming to collect the landing fee, but they charge
    by weight so it wouldn't be worth it (ha ha ha).  These guys were
    super duper helpful.  John, knowing my proclivity for food and eating,
    asked them for recommendations nearby for a quick bite and they
    offered the keys to their van and a map to get the five miles into
    town.  We didn't take them up on that, but instead munched on a
    granola bar from inside; they were supposed to cost a dollar, but they
    couldn't break my $20 so it was free.

    Bathroom break, weather check, all good.  But despite my non-stop
    bouncing and moving around for fifteen minutes, my feet had still not
    regained any feeling; the rest of me was toasty and John, bless him,
    may even have started sweating.  :)  We were going to have to book it
    straight to CDK to land before sunset, so I was using every
    metaphysical and psychosomatic power I have to send hot blood into
    those extremities.  Much to my disappointment, I found that I have
    none of those powers yet, so I made a belated New Year's resolution to
    develop them.

    Okay, go time.  What to do?  Engineer some foot warmers, of course!
    The FBO guys grabbed some plastic shopping bags and gorilla tape and
    we got to work sealing those shoes.  Two layers of plastic, a few
    rounds of tape and I was ready for the catwalk in Milan.




    They also found two chemheat handwarmers and started the reaction in
    one to heat it up, so I slipped that into my glove and felt guilty for
    not sharing it with John.  Not that he would have taken it had I been
    thoughtful enough to offer.  Now I feel like a jerk for not offering
    or just slipping it down the back of his shirt when he didn't expect
    it :)  Well, that could have led to a dangerous surprise for him, and
    a bad outcome for both of us.  Hey John -- I saved our lives by not
    giving you a handwarmer!  Yay, womanly rationalization!

    Back to the story, and more on handwarmers later.  We clambered back
    into the trike, and as we taxied out we realized that John could talk
    to me but couldn't hear me.  Perhaps my headset's batteries were
    strong enough to receive but not transmit?  Perhaps my scarf over my
    mouth and nose was too much of a barrier, although it had been there
    for the rest of the flight without causing trouble?  Whatever the
    reason, John got a remission from me for the last leg.  He asked
    whether I wanted to stay low where it was warmer but bumpy or go up
    where it would be colder but smooth.  My communications failed; I
    tried to indicate that either was fine with me, thinking that if time
    en route was getting to be an issue, he should make that decision
    based on optimizing speed.  The message that went through was "oh for
    the love of all that is good in the universe keep me warm!"  Ha ha ha,
    not that dramatic, but we stayed down around 1000'.  My feet stayed
    warm, even a little overly so, and I was quite comfortable for the
    rest of the trip.

    At this low altitude, we got a neat intermediate view of the tree
    farms.  Up higher, we could plainly see the patterns and patches of
    row-planted timber.  The row patterns changed periodically, presumably
    to accommodate terrain or obstacles, but it all seemed very mechanical
    and unnatural.  Down lower, we could also make out more detail.  This
    patch has younger trees and that one is all older.  This one has been
    cut, piled and is burning (planned part of the cycle?  intervention to
    stave off pine beetles?).  That one has trails through it.  This one
    has some trucks and four-wheelers, maybe a dad and kids spending
    Sunday afternoon in the woods.  There were lots of pecan groves as
    well, often with a home plunked down in the middle.

    Another advantage of staying down low was the opportunity for John to
    fly us down low for a few minutes over the Suwanee River as it twisted
    back and forth.  We waved to some boaters and they waved back.  That
    was cool.  :)

    The terrain gets somewhat tiresome, unfortunately.  It's just tree
    farms in south Georgia and north Florida.  I figured at some point it
    would start to change to more coastal land and that I'd see the Gulf
    out on the horizon, but that didn't happen until much, much closer to
    the coast than I expected.  Chalk that up to being a girl with
    second-rate spatial reasoning.

    John cranked up our speed along this last leg, and we topped out at 84
    kts.  That's 96 mph.  On a motorcycle in the sky.  I could definitely
    tell we were going fast, from the wind sounds and from the increased
    effort needed to keep my head/helmet stable as I looked around.  I
    gotta admit that I liked it :)

    As the coast approached, we saw lots more birds circling and riding
    thermals.  We saw tributaries and marshy areas.  Before long we were
    out over the Gulf of Mexico, following the one road with lots of
    bridge spans that connects Cedar Key to the mainland.  John circled us
    around the island a few times, pointing out Ms. Melinda's house, the
    airport (with what seemed to be a 5-foot shoulder off each end of the
    runway separating landing surface from boating surface!), and Nancy's
    house.  Short version:  Ms. Melinda is John's wife Maxine's
    94-year-old mother-in-law from Maxine's previous marriage; Dale is
    Melinda's daughter who lives with and cares for Melinda; Nancy is
    Dale's friend, and they are both avid birders who go on exotic
    excursions together to South America and such.  Melinda started the
    Old Chickahominy House restaurant in Williamsburg, which Maxine now
    owns and operates.  Maxine would be driving down a few days later to
    spend a few weeks on vacation.




    Landing was uneventful but special as we glided near the ocean on
    approach with the sun getting low in the sky and the smell of
    saltwater rising to meet us.  It was breezy but much warmer here.  We
    could see Dale and Nancy in Dale's car waiting for us, so John landed
    us and back-taxied to park and dismount.  The two very pleasant women
    with big friendly smiles helped get our gear into the car and then
    gave me a tour of the island on our way to the condo.  We dropped our
    items, freshened up for a moment, then headed out to see Ms. Melinda,
    who is a warm and welcoming woman.  Dale keeps her surrounded with
    beautiful flowers, growing a variety and some gorgeous orchids.  We
    had just a few minutes to chat before it was time to get some dinner
    -- John hadn't eaten since breakfast.

    We made it to the Island Hotel bar for the purported best hamburgers
    anywhere.  With a glass of wine for me and a beer for John, we
    reminisced about our busy day of adventure and made friends with the
    locals, one of whom was the proprietor of Annie's Cafe, where we'd
    dine for breakfast and lunch on Monday:  for breakfast because as the
    locals tell it, there are other options but no one with a brain would
    choose otherwise; for lunch because Jas was coming to pick me up and
    he needed a fix of softshell crab.  John was well into his
    acquaintance with Mr. Annie's before discovering that he was in fact
    Mr. Annie's, so it was easy after that to impress upon him the
    importance of having at least one softshell crab in the restaurant,
    lest Jas decide not to come after all.  He said he'd go and check
    personally, but was fairly sure they had a few in the freezer (this
    not being a harvest time).  Leave it to John to get special treatment
    from new best friends within moments of setting foot in a place :)




    The hamburgers were huge and excellent.  The pasta salad was
    delectable.  The company was great, the atmosphere was relaxing, and
    it had been quite a day.  After a bit more conversation on the way to
    the condo, we were both ready to call it a day.  John did his homework
    (write-up of the trip) promptly, and I got a quick shower and tucked
    in.  It turns out that both of us, despite being worn plumb (plum?)
    out, could neither fall asleep quickly nor stay asleep.

    In the morning, though, we were somewhat refreshed.  John made the
    coffee, we chatted and stretched, and then it was time for science.
    What made those handwarmers work?  There was a small metal disc inside
    that the FBO guy said to "click" to start the reaction.  John studied
    the warmer and googled around until he found as good of a match as he
    could.  I, meanwhile, took a knife to the used one to get a better
    look at the disc.  Being very careful to not contaminate the kitchen
    counter or myself, I extricated it from the granular goop that formed
    after activation.  John, throwing caution to the wind, grabbed the
    disc in one hand and a pinch of gunk in the other -- he is certain to
    mutate in some interesting manner.  The disc appeared to be a single
    layer, killing our first theory that it contained some chemical
    catalyst that was released when the disc was flexed.  (We still don't
    actually know how it works.)

    Having not learned much, we decided to click the unused warmer.  I
    clicked and clicked and flexed and.... nothing.  John gave it a good
    manly click and the reaction spread like a beautiful crystalline fan
    from the disc at the bottom upwards and outwards to fill the pack.
    Cooooooooool.  :)

    Turns out they are reusable.  John continued the experiment after I
    left, using the microwave to "reset" the goop to a liquid state.
    Subsequent reactions did not produce as much heat as the first, he
    says, but darned if they didn't actually continue working!  Had
    scientific curiosity not led to the demise of the first one, he could
    have had two warmers for his return trip!

    Breakfast at Annie's, then we had a couple hours to fill before Jas
    would arrive in the Cirrus just before noon.  John drove me around a
    bit.  We went to Nancy's house and walked out on her dock.  We walked
    out on the main pier downtown.  We shopped a little for souvenir
    t-shirts for the boys and a new painting for me.




    When Jas arrived, we were there to greet him, and even filmed (yay,
    cameraphone!) his approach and superb landing, which you can see on
    his blog at Vectors To Final.  We collected him and returned to
    Annie's for our softshell crab sandwiches.  After catching him up on
    our trip, we headed to the condo to collect my things, then paid one
    last visit to Dale and Ms. Melinda to say goodbye, and off we went!

    The trip back in the Cirrus was a little different than the trip down
    in the ultralight.  We stopped early in the trip at KLCQ for gas,
    where they have a beautiful new terminal building.  On the way home we
    saw many fires, and all of them were vertically stuck at ~6000'.

    I'm a lucky gal.  Two great flights with two great guys who are also
    great pilots.
  • Dan Gentili
    by Dan Gentili 8 years ago
    You have an amazing life!
  • Dorothy Schwartz
    by Dorothy Schwartz 8 years ago
    John,
    I am curious where you learned to fly trikes in NY. I can't find anyone on Long Island to teach me. BTW, it is Lech Am Alberg. Fantastic place, especially in the winter. Did you go to the Mosserwirt while in St. Anton?
    Thanks for the offer to learn to fly. Problem now is finding a trike to solo in.
    DS
  • Mark  Becker
    by Mark Becker 8 years ago
    Cape Town!
  • Mark  Becker
    by Mark Becker 8 years ago
    Thanks John
  • Terri Sipantzi
    by Terri Sipantzi 9 years ago
    Thanks John
  • John Williams
    by John Williams 9 years ago
    Looking for trike pilots in Maine, preferably the Bar Harbor area. Please respond to jdwlaw@gmail.com