THE VINTAGE INSTRUCTOR
GBR to OSH Precision landings every time DOUG STEWART NAFI MASTER INSTRUCTOR
“R
ed and Cream Taildragger, turn right. Now. Cleared to land runway one eight right, cross two seven at 1,800 feet.” Rolling into the turn I looked forward to getting on the ground. It had been 12 flight hours ago that my son and I had left Massachusetts bound for Oshkosh. Holding outside of Ripon for close to an hour in temperatures higher than 95ºF, while a humongous gaggle of Mooneys landed, had not done much for increasing my sharpness. I was limper than the wet dishrag I’d left hanging on the kitchen sink so many hours ago in the pre-dawn darkness before leaving for EAA AirVenture 2002. But I couldn’t relax yet. As I rolled out of the turn I noticed a blue Cessna 140 passing inside and below me. “First taildragger land at the second intersection; second taildragger land at the first intersection,” the tower controller said. Oshkosh arrivals always hold some excitement, and this certainly was living up to expectations, and then some. “Dad, look out! On your right! At 2:30, same altitude,” my son shouted over the intercom. There on my right, passing me at my altitude, was a Cessna Cardinal. Its maroon and white might have been mistaken for red and cream, but the little wheel was in the wrong place for a taildragger. If ever a precision spot landing would count, this was it. I knew 22
JULY 2003