VA Vol 27 No 4 April 1999 - Members Only
VA Vol 27 No 4 April 1999 - Members Only
VA Vol 27 No 4 April 1999 - Members Only
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A Classic<br />
Trip in<br />
Classic Airplanes<br />
By W D. "Dip" Davis<br />
Pen and Ink Artwork by Jim Newman<br />
October, 1998<br />
This story probably should begin with<br />
the International Cessna 1201140 Association<br />
convention of 1996 in Faribault,<br />
Minnesota. Larry, Marc and I had planned<br />
to fly our respective little Cessnas to the<br />
event. Marc had recently completed the repairs<br />
and restoration on his 140 and it was<br />
in pristine condition to compete for best<br />
original 140. Larry had acquired what<br />
may be the lowest time 140 in existence<br />
with less than 500 logged hours, and had<br />
polished it carefully to the point that my<br />
slightly ratty 120 would have to trail a<br />
ways behind so as not to be associated<br />
with them.<br />
The night before we had planned to depart,<br />
Larry phoned with the news that the<br />
weather prognostication was not conducive<br />
to a VFR round - trip so he proposed that<br />
we all pile in his Suburban and drive up.<br />
As is so often the case, the weatherman<br />
was overly pessimistic and we could have<br />
flown without much strain. However, we<br />
had a nice trip and, of course, a great time<br />
at the convention.<br />
The 1997 convention in Ona, West Virginia<br />
was our next target. This time Larry<br />
had unbreakable commitments and Marc<br />
had just sold rus shlny little 140 to liberate<br />
funds for the completion of his even more<br />
comprehensive rebuilding project, a 120.<br />
My 120 was airworthy, although stHI laoking<br />
an interior, so Marc condescended to<br />
ride with me. His GPS navigation kept me<br />
from deviating more than a few feet off of<br />
a straight line all the way and we again enjoyed<br />
the marvelous hospitality that this<br />
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group always affords.<br />
All of which brings us to plans for the<br />
1998 convention to be held in Chino, California.<br />
California is a considemble distance<br />
in a little 100 mph airplane and a great deal<br />
ofplanning took place among the diehard<br />
Midwesterners who gave thought to making<br />
the trip. I was pleased to see the turnout<br />
at a July session held at Cottonwood Airport<br />
in Rockford. Several of the members<br />
had made the trip (in larger, faster aircraft)<br />
and had interesting observations as<br />
to routes and favorite stopovers. Marc<br />
had done such a great job on the 120 that<br />
someone came along before he was quite<br />
done and made him an offer he couldn't<br />
refuse. Larry convinced him that it was<br />
too lake to back out ofthe journey though,<br />
so Marc made tentative plans to borrow<br />
another 140.<br />
Exactly three weeks before our planned<br />
departure, Larry taxied out ofhis hangar at<br />
Campbell Airport in Grayslake to attend<br />
another planning session at Poplar Grove.<br />
As he descended the winding strip down to<br />
the runway, the airplane slowly diverted<br />
toward the gas pit and lightly struck a<br />
pole. People in the operations office ran<br />
out to see what the problem was and<br />
found Larry unconscious at the controls.<br />
They summoned an ambulance but he<br />
died of a massive coronary before reaching<br />
the hospital.<br />
Two or three days after the funeral,<br />
Marc and I received a conference call at<br />
our homes from Larry's partner who informed<br />
us that Larry's family would like us<br />
to take rus airplane to the convention anyhow,<br />
since that had been such a fond dream.<br />
They also asked if we would be willing to<br />
take Larry's ashes with us and scatter them<br />
over the Pacific Ocean.<br />
What can you say?<br />
Saturday, September 19 - Marc had<br />
made the arrangements with his Dad to attend<br />
a concert in Peoria, so he flew Larry's<br />
140 loaded with enough gear to last a couple<br />
of weeks down there, and I met him at<br />
Mt. Hawley on Sunday morning. I visited<br />
with his parents for a few minutes and we<br />
departed for Pittsfield, Illinois sometime<br />
before noon . Pittsfield has a new, high<br />
tech, credit card operated self fueling system<br />
with reasonable prices. Good thing,<br />
too, as the field was otherwise unattended<br />
on a Sunday. We checked weather on the<br />
phone and found that we must hustle a little<br />
to beat a rapidly approaching front. It<br />
looked kind of dark for just a short while<br />
but got better as we motored southwest.<br />
Two and half hours later we landed at Pt.<br />
Lookout, near Branson, Missouri, a brand<br />
new facility with an imposing terminal<br />
building where we gassed up and gmbbed a<br />
quick snack before we headed out for<br />
McAlister, Oklahoma where we arrived<br />
about 6:00 p.m .. Seven and half hours in<br />
the air was plenty for one day for these old<br />
bones, even though I was able to stick my<br />
feet over onto the right rudder pedals for<br />
half the trip. I was really glad I didn't have<br />
a passenger. We had kept up a running<br />
conversation on 123.4 mhz the entire time,<br />
so it never seemed lonel y. The folks at<br />
McAlister provided a courtesy car to a<br />
nearby motel where we got a decent meal<br />
and a good nights rest.<br />
We decided we were on vacation so we