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Oshkosh
1998: Day 5 Not willing to attempt Hardees again, we once again reverted to oatmeal for breakfast. Once again, perfect weather - even though we had a spat of rain overnight, we've had nothing but sunshine and perfect weather for the entire convention - something which persisted throughout our entire stay in Wisconsin. We decided this morning to go visit the ultralight section of Oshkosh. The airport is very large - and not wanting to walk the the three miles from our campsite (at the northernmost end of the field) to the ultralights (at the southernmost end of the field), we took several of the tractor-towed trams which run all day. These trams are usually crammed full of people (as the buses are), but we managed to find a spot to sit down. As we arrived in the ultralight section, they were just beginning a demonstration of various homebuilt helicopters. We watched a Rotorway Exec helicopter as well as a Mini-500. I don't think you could pay me to go up in one of those Mini-500's. They may have their uses, but they seem just a little flimsy to me. When it was idling on the ground, the tail boom was shaking considerably - a stress fracture just waiting to happen. I have some stick time in helicopters, I know how they work, I know what makes them fly, and I also know what can go wrong. There are so many tiny little things that can go wrong in helicopters which will cause you to fall out of the sky like a rock, that I prefer not to fly in them. In any case, all the helicopters we saw seemed to fly quite well, without problems. They certainly have their purpose in the world, just don't ask me to ride in one.
We later saw this same aircraft taxiing around the convention grounds, with none other than a wing walker on top. Amazing that it can cruise at such an altitude with all that parasite drag. We did go into the tent next to the Ornithopter, where its inventors showed us four operational replica engines that they had constructed. the first one was an actual working copy of the engine used on the Wright flyer, and they started it up and ran it for a minute. The next was an improved version, still four cylinders, but incredibly loud. The third was a Gnome rotary engine, which I had never seen in operation before. The last one was again a conventional four cylinder engine, with a propeller in place. After seeing the ultralights, we headed towards two of the four large hangars, which contained hundreds of exhibits and booths. I was looking for a couple things in particular: A retrofit ANR (active noise reduction) kit for my aviation headset, and some flight planning software. I found both: The ANR kit came from Headsets, Inc, and cost $169 at the show. I installed this kit in my David Clark H10-20's when we got home (about one hour's work), and it works spectacularly well - I'm very impressed. The software was Destination Direct, and I took advantage of a show special there as well, getting $20 off regular list price. I also picked up a free CD containing weather graphics software for use with GTE DUATS. After the hangars, we headed over to the "fly market", aviation's equivalent of the "flea market." In this large section, you will find everything from dusty old propellers to assorted engine parts to kitchen knives. While heading over to the fly market, a man and his wife came from one of the exhibits and said, "whew, we've seen it all." The husband then saw the enormous fly market, and said, "oh no we haven't, there's more down there." I said to him, "actually, that's the fly market, not exhibits." His wife, who had been looking a bit more than uninterested suddenly perked up. "Flea market!?!" she exclaimed. "Let's go!!", pulling him after her.
Thursday's dinner was a bit dire, consisting of some canned spaghetti. The "cooking out on the campstove" routine was wearing a bit thin. We might eat out tomorrow instead... This page copyright � 1998 |