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  • in reply to: Fatal Hellcat crash in Tennessee (revisited) #1250314
    Galvin
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    Fatal Hellcat crash in Tennessee (Revisited)

    I was not a good friend of Art Vance but I did know him. I was accquainted with him through being involved peripherally with the warbird rebuilders and pilots at Van Nuys airport in California until I left for Saudi Arabia in 1997 to fly for a Saudi sheikh and his family. A 727 is the family car for some people.

    Art was retired from FedEx and was also a Flying Tigers captain prior to its absorbtion by the current airline. He was a very good pilot and one of the funniest individuals I have met in 42 years of flying but so quietly subtle you might not catch the joke unless you were paying attention. He had gotten burned pretty badly when he successfully bailed out of a burning F4U Corsair at low altitude a couple of years prior to his fatal crash but, like many who have gotten the warbird bug, got right back into flying them as soon as he healed up.

    http://www.warbirdaeropress.com/articles/PRS/PRS.htm

    Years ago I once sat down with a friend of mine (who also happens to be a friend of Art’s) and we added up the people we both knew or were accquainted with who had bought the ranch while flying. We quit at the number one hundred, finding it too depressing to continue. What we DID conclude was that nearly all had done something that precipitated the accident regardless of how competent or clueless they may have been at the flying business.

    Flying has a tacit and very strict set of rules that have nothing to do with government legislation and which often have the death penalty for even the first offense. The incentive program in flying is “do it right each and every time or you will very likely die”. I have known many who should never have even been driving a car who bought it while flying an airplane because they were blissfully unaware of the “self-cleaning oven” character of the activity that got them.

    Having dodged the bullet myself several times, I am usually loath to condemn others who were far better pilots than myself but who screwed up just that one critical time (unless their screwup was so egregious it was indefensible and whose decision resulted in killing or injuring someone they were with or on the ground).

    When someone with a lot of experience and a long history of making good decisions buys it through circumstances that appear to point to a bad decision, I remind myself that I do not know the situation well enough nor the particular circumstances that the pilot thought he was operating under to make a definitive judgement of his or her actions.

    I hope that if Lynn is a pilot that he or she is at least as good as Art Vance was and never succumbs to the temptation to do the one thing that will prove to be career ending.

    in reply to: Harvard crashes – Cape May, NJ, USA, 1970s #1420727
    Galvin
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    The Cape May Air Races of June 1971 were a disaster for several reasons, not the least of which was the loss of four T-6/SNJ/Harvard aircraft and the damaging of another in mid-airs. The fist collision occurred going around a pylon and was the result of one aircraft’s wingtip being shoved through the canopy of another, which went down with fatal results for its pilot. The survivng pilot landed safely and was a man by the name of Snyder by my recollection.

    The second incident involved a lawyer from Van Nuys, California (whose name I can never remember even though he and I negotiated at length once over possibly selling him my Temco Swift) another aircraft whose pilot I did not know, and a third aircraft pioted by Joseph “Jay” Quinn, a friend of mine and also chief instructor at the flight school where I got my first instructing job, when he wasn’t busy being an L.A. County fireman. The aforementioned lawyer pulled up under the second aircraft which promptly cut the tail off his aircraft. Both went in. Meanwhile, some of the wreckage from the collision hit Jay’s airplane in the canopy and probably disabled him as his airplane did several rolls into the ground. The name on the aircraft was “Charlie the Hacker” and had a picture of a robotic like figure weilding an ax that the brothers had copied off a picture of a WWI SE-5A.

    Jay left behind a wife, Marlys and a small child, Joseph Jr. The three Quinn brothers and Pop Quinn, their father, were all firemen and well known and liked around San Fernando airport where they were based and where I was employed in my first instructing job. Pat Quinn, the youngest and wilder of the three brothers eventually stepped up to the plate and married Marlys, Jay’s widow, raisng Jay’s son as his own. When last I saw them over at their hangar on Santa Paula airport back in the early nineties, they were still very married.

    The Hughes Air West DC-9 and Marine F-4 collided over the San Gabriel mountains just north and well east of Pasadena, California. (Pomona foothills?) I believe that the pilot ejected from the F-4 and the RIO rode it in but I may be wrong. I do know that in my last simulator instructor position I worked with a former Hughes Air West pilot named Dell Wienberger and that his flight attendant wife of only a few weeks was one of those who went down with that DC-9.

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