First Flights
 

I'm currently watching some great, but like me getting on a bit, comedies on You Tube, and came to this episode. I'm sure many will not wish to watch the whole thing, although I would recommend it for your chuckle muscles, its very funny, but the initial "getting airborne sequence is very funny.

The Beverly Hillbillies - Home For Christmas - YouTube

In that vein, I was wondering if anyone would like to share their first flight experience. For me, an amazing 30 minutes in a Chipmunk from Shawbury circa 1967. A few aero's and finally allowed a "clutch". For a village lad who's most exciting experience had been a drive on the farm tractor in a field. Well, heaven. A few weeks later a T21 flight from Tern Hill I was hooked. That was 14 years old as an ATC cadet. I'm 60 now and still remember vividly those first flights. I managed to clock around 500 hours solo gliding, 5000 hours as a GE on Albert, and generally managed to fly in everything I worked on, even the wonderful Lightning. Enjoy the video, have a laugh and please share your first flights. I was just Groundcrew at the end of the day. What drew you Aircrew types in to the mob ?

Smudge

If this is repeating a previous thread please let me know, I will kill this one.

DC-3 pleasure flight over Newcastle.

Sat next to an old dear, who was 83, and her first flight aswell.

First Flight: Age 3, in an Auster flown by my dad.
Never grew up; ended up as a "nose gunner" in Tornado F3s
The one type we were both rated on was ...Tiger Moth.

My first flight was from Tangmere in a Slingsby Sedburgh T21 strapped on my dad's knee. Bill Verling was the pilot.

I was about 2.

I got the bug early :)

Dan Dare 727 back from Naples in the 70's

My first flight was 4 hours in a Varsity August 1971. I had just started the main course as a U/t AEOp at Topcliffe. The flight was to qualify for student flying pay. I still remember the soup served from flasks.

Half hour in a De Havilland Rapide from St Just, Cornwall, in 1968 as my 8th birthday present. Sight-seeing flight around Land's End, accompanied by my dad who had been a Flt Lt Dakota pilot in Burma 1944-46 and explained everything that was going on in superb detail. How I miss being able to ask his sage advice 14 years after he took off on his last flight.....

Chippie out of White Waltham around the same time as Smudge, I didn't log that then.

First logged flight was a Comet C4 out of Lyneham in 1976, just over three hours mainly "local flying". One cadet kept a note on how many approaches made by counting the number of times he saw a sewage works I was told.

44 years ago aged 12 in a Piper Tri-Pacer flown by an ex Wimpy man ... cost me 10/- of saved pocket money. We flew out of Lympne Kent ... I was hooked :ok:

Aged 13, Anson serial ISTR TX219. Worried to death I would not like it as since the age of 5 I had wanted to fly and, strangely, go to Cranditz. Too much "Reach for the Sky" I guess. Really enjoyed the flight though.

Aged 10 - my grandad took me on holiday to Jersey.

Yeadon to Jersey and return in a Viscount.

First RAF Flight was a VC10 jolly when I was at Swinderby - a few hours rocking and rolling over the North Sea from Waddington.

Slingsby T.38 'Grasshopper' - As a 14year old CCF cadet. The 'flight' was unplanned and frightened the living bejeezuz out of me. :eek:

JJ ... So you didn't have the giant spoiler board attached then :eek:

The boards were attached but as soon as I released the aircraft the 'g' made them slip round the leading edge.....lift was achieved! Hence unplanned!! YIKES! My abiding memory is of leaving the ground and watching my compatriots (who had been on bungie pulling duties) scattering in panic accross the playing fields! Managed to keep it level on my return to earth!

1965, "Chrisair" deHavilland Dragon Rapide at Tollerton airshow. 10/- flip with a Lady pilot. Got an extra circuit because landing was baulked:ok:.
Started a way of life:).

OAP

First flight was in a BEA DC3 from Sumburgh down to Dyce, at the age of 5 - it was quite turbulent and I was sick as a parrot all the way.

First solo in a Slingsby Sedbergh at Catterick when I was 16 yrs old. It was a v hot summer day and after I landed I took a swig from a bottle I spotted on the grass next to the caravan. Thing is, it wasn't water, it wasn't even lime squash - yeuch !! Once more I was sick as a parrot!

Rgds SOS

WTF?
 

Errr.......Is this pessimistic irony or what? Call me, 'Confused far way'.
My first flight was in a Whirlwind (Helo) at Lossie aged 5. They left the door open and I remember being terrified. Absolutely cringing against the forward bulkhead. My Dad being a Chiefy Engineer didn't quite get it.

Second flight I was seven, in a Chipmunk sitting on my Dad's lap. He foreswore fastening the parachute and just sat on it. That was fun. That was when I got hooked. Strangely, many years later, I did my ab initio on Chipmunks - it was like coming home. Delightful aeroplane.

Mrs TT2 being as she, is of a Lao persuasion always gives me a slap when I look to the sky at an aircraft and say "Sexy". Tssskkkkk.......She doesn't quite get it, alas.

BOAC Argonaut in 1950 aged 8, Heathrow to Singapore for first summer hols at boarding school. Took 4 days. Night stops at Rome, Cairo and Karachi. Best hotels, trips to Vatican, pyramids. Those were the days!

De Havilland Dragon Rapide from Wick to the Orkneys aged three!

First flight July 1965 aged 5 weeks - Trooping flight Aden to UK

First RAF aircraft 19 Apr 1979 Chipmunk WK562 ATC AEF at Filton

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First after joining up 1 Mar 1984 Puma XW234 - AEF at Swinderby

Around 1973, aged 23, from HSA Brough in a DH Dove, G-ARBE. A trip to RAF Leuchars to ground run an 892 Sqn. Phantom as part of an investigation into pressure surges in the engine fuel feed system.

On the return trip we had just lined up on the runway when the QRA aircraft were scrambled. We trundled down to the first intersection, pulled off the runway and sat and watched two 43 Sqn. Phantoms go thundering past. Wonderful.

A Cessna 1xx from Southport beach when I was about 10. You parked up and paid the pilot.. well my Dad did - i was always banging on about wanting to join the RAF!

Chippy at Valley, ATC camp Aug 1984 - would love to know who flew me...had SMEEF on his helmet or something like thatand all sorts of other things ...and onto JP's 5 years later leading to my nice big Airbus now. I owe SMEEF?? a lot!

A Handley Page Herald out of Southampton to Jersey when I was about 10...and I was scared whitless for most of the journey I seem to recall! :eek:

As a young erk on 68 Sqdn, in a Meteor NF II whilst on detachment to Sylt in '56. It was the first flight of the day to check the weather, prior to air to air firing commencing. Took off in clag then broke out in to stunning blue sky, which I've always enjoyed doing ever since.
Over a 20 year period I flew in all the aircraft I serviced and a few more besides. Only one I missed out on was the mighty Vulcan.

1971 aged 9 years old with my father in a PA28-140, 42 years on and father now aged 88 and flying with me. Happy days then and now

First Flights
 

One culture shock after another. Feet don't touch. Chased from pillar to post at ITW. Across the Atlantic (never been further than I.O.M.). Canada. Erk one minute, "Aviation Kay-det" in U.S. Army Air Corps the next. Put back in civvy clothes. Drive wrong side of road, use funny money. Florida, bloody hot ! Carlstrom Field. Never flown before, stuffed in back seat of lovely blue and yellow Stearman, kind of thing Biggles used to fly. No ASI.

2nd September, 1941. First entry in logbook (careful best handwriting): "Stearman (U.S. Air Corps PT-17) Pilot: R.W.Greer. Pupil: J.D. ###### - "Dual Instruction" - ".38 (minutes) - get him ! (every minute counts).

Completely shell-shocked. What was it like, and what did we do, and what were my thoughts ?

Can't remember a single thing (sorry). Why did I do it ? Seemed a good idea at the time, I suppose.

Danny42C

PS: "Beverley Hillbillies" marvellous. Thanks, Smudge......D.

In my teens last century my first flight was in an Islander on a pleasure trip from Flamingoland. Take off was interesting as we had to avoid a large tree carefully planted on the end of the (grass) runway.:eek: Absolutely loved the sensation and was hooked. My dad thought it was a waste of money...... Too intellectually challenged to become a pilot but as an airman flew in Lightning, Nimrod, Chippie amongst others and latterly Tucano. Can't complain really. :ok:

First flight in Anson VG 994 on 25/7/56 from the then RAF Usworth when I was in the ATC. I was lucky enough to live in a house on a new estate which was about 100 yards from the airfield fence. Last mil flight on Dec 24 1996 Hercules C MK1 XV 196 to Split and back.

Hastings at Lindholme 1967, circuits with GEE I think, knarled old Master Pilot "failing" one engine after another - young snotty sweating trying to keep up with the bells and horns.

Hi Coff.

Just spotted your post at #9. I did my GH in a Tri-pacer (flying schol) and my (part time) instructor was a (full time) milkman from Carlisle. We used to fly his milk round.

Happy days!

Rgds SOS

BOAC Britannia; London to Salisbury, S Rhodesia; took 2 days; stopped at lots of places en-route to refuel. Only about 20 passengers on board; joined Junior Jet Club. Sat at the front a lot. Got goodies including cardboard cutout Britannia kit. Arrived inspired.

1st - Chippy at Kinloss on camp in 1982;
2nd - Hunter with 208 Sqn at Lossie in 1984
3rd - Jag with 226 OCU at Lossie in 1985
Then some gliding stuff at Kinloss.

Gave me bags of enthusiasm for GD(P) but could not make up for my cack handling skills.

First flight as pax: B707 LHR to Luqa with Air Malta aged 6, trip to the cockpit included!

First flight U/T: glider (forget the type) out of Wycombe Air Park aged 17.

First flight U/T in RAF: Bulldog T1 aged 18

Auster (unrecorded reg.) out of Luton on August 5th 1953. My father was the pilot.
I subsequently gave him his last flight in an AA5 on September 4th 1992.

Aged 8 in a BEA Viscount from Ringway to the Isle of Man for a holiday. In flight catering was the Barley Suger sweet offered by the stewardess before take-off 'to help your ears to pop.'
Since then I've taken numerous Air cadets on their first flight, in Sedburghs, Venture or Vigilants, where my sole aim has been to convert the quiet/worried/shaking teenager into a grinning aviation junky.

First flight: Silver City Air Ferries Bristol "Super Frightener" from Lydd to Le Touquet with Dad's trusty Ford Consul (or was it a Zephyr by then?) in the back. About 1960-ish so me 10 or 11. Was delighted that the airframe was "Quatorze Juillet" which was the same as my Airfix model (G-ANWK)!

First RAF Flight (and so first HOTAS!): Air Experience Chipmunk from (?) Biggin as an Air Cadet in (?) mid 1960s - no record held, but that's where the passion started!

First RAF solo: Chippy again of course, August 19th 1968, WG 308 from Linton (well, Rufforth as it was a first solo).

First Rotary solo: Sioux at Ternhill - XV 311 November 5th 1969.

Vague memories of being dragged as a toddler to a large and noisy aircraft whilst screaming that I didn't want to get on. Managed to re-enact the performance with staggering accuracy for an entire RAF career.

First flight, UK to USA, I was 4, can't tell you what the plane was...

First real flight in a real airplane (PA24-260D as opposed to aluminum tube) in 1980. (story below)

First lesson, C172 1990

In 1980, I was working in Ventura California, for a software development company. One of our customers was a man who everyone called "Pappy". I asked one of the guys I worked with why everyone called him Pappy, I assumed it was because of his last name, which was something like Papadopolousinskilemonov, I don't know if I have enough letters in that name, and I don't really remember it anyway. Anyway, the guy I asked said I needed to ask Pappy that question, so I did. And what he told me really peaked my interest. He started out bay saying "Have you ever heard of Pappy Boyington?" Now, I was a bit taken aback, because I had heard of him, had seen, and loved, that television program about the Flying Black Sheep. But I realized that if this guy was Pappy Boyington, first, his last name wouldn't have been Papadopolousinskilemonov, but second, I thought Pappy Boyington was 35 or 40 during dubya dubya two, so he'd have to be 70 or 80 years old at the time, and clearly this man was only about 60, so I said to him "But you can't be Pappy Boyington?" And he said, "No, but I flew with him in World War Two." Well you wouldn't have to be a genious to understand how a 20 year old kid like me, who'd always looked up at passing planes and thought to myself I'd love to give that a try, would have been intrigued by that statement. "But that still doesn't explain why everyone calls you Pappy," I said. And he responded "No, but the reason they called him Pappy was because he was old enough to be the father of most of the guys who flew with him, and in the Korean war, I led a squadron of pilots flying F86 Sabres, and they all called me Pappy because I was old compared to them."
We had work to do, so I didn't press it too much that day, and besides, he didn't act like he wanted to tell me much more than that. But the next week, when I went for our weekly meeting, I asked him about it and he asked me if I wanted to "hear about the war, or about the flying". To which I reply, "I want to hear about the flying, I'm not much of a fan of war," which was the right answer, because it turned out he wasn't too crazy about war any more either. Anyway, I offered to take him to lunch, we went, and he regailed me with stories of learning to fly, flying P47s and F86s and others in between. After lunch, back to work, but at the end of our meeting he asked "What are you doing this Saturday?" "Not much," I replied. Then he said "I have to change the oil on my plane, would you like to help?" I didn't have to think twice, "Sure, when? where?" He gave me directions and told me when to meet him.
Saturday came around, none to soon believe me, and I went to the airport to meet him. I found him out on the apron, with his station wagon next to his plane, a Piper Comanche, PA24-260D. He was sitting on a small stool and it was obvious he'd just about finished changing the oil, but I was on time, so he must have planned it that way. Anyway, he gave me a rag and asked me to wipe the cowling. Of course I did my best, and was soon told "That's about as clean as I've seen her in ages, son, you can stop now, I have to give her a test flight, want to come along?" I'm sure you know what I said to that!
Of course it was great. I was immediately in love with small planes. We took a fairly short flight, but I can still remember taking off, he had me take the controls. It turns out he had a flight instructor rating as well, but hadn't done any real teaching since the military. Anyway, I can remember him saying "Pull harder, like you mean it." He ended up having to help me as I was a bit too cautious. The flight was too short, they always are. On the way back as we entered the pattern, the gear wouldn't go down properly, and he had to raise up a part of the floor and manually extend the gear, I remember him saying something about a "large rubber band", and that the cost of all things airplane was ridiculous (years later, when getting checked out in a PA24, I found out that when you do that you have to put the plane up on blocks to get the gear to operate with the motor again). He landed, I said my goodbyes, and went home, still flying.
The next week, at our weekly meeting, he said "I have to change the oil in my plane this weekend, do you want to help?" "Um," I replied "didn't you do that last weekend?" To which he said "Yes, but this is my other plane." Needless to say, the next Saturday found me at the airport, helping to change the oil on his Twin Commanche, but this time I got there just before him, and I did a lot of the work. On this flight, he had me sit in the left seat, and I taxied, and took off. Wow! That plane had a lot of power! He basically stayed hands off for quite some time, told me to head toward that mountain peak, and then that one, and around we went for what was probably just 15 minutes or so. And then he said, "Head for the ocean" So I did. When we got over the Pacific, he said, "Let me have the plane" and he took us down to what seemed to be about 5 feet above the water (It was probably a lot more, but it sure seemed like it was that low). Let me tell you, flying along at 200 knots about 50 feet above the water is a major thrill. One of many that I've had over the years, but probably the one that I remember most of all, it's right up there with my first solo, getting my PPL and passing my IR, to be honest, it comes a close second to the birth of my kids!
Over the next few years I took a lot of 'introductory' flights, until one day, one instructor asked me when I'd like to start taking lessons (I've always wondered why that's not a question that every instructor asked me after an introductory flight), so I started lessons, and the rest is, well, history.

First Flight - Dan Air BAC-111 aged 11 (1978), School Skiing trip - broke my leg.

First P/ut - C150 G-BAXU Woodvale Jan 1981.

First RAF - JP5 XW295 Cranwell, Mar 1988.

Ivor