NEW HORIZONS
Test
Pilot School, Edwards AFB, CA, Jan 1956- Jun ‘56
We drove
to Albuquerque to spend leave with my parents
before continuing on to Edwards, California on
the Mojave Desert, outside of Los Angeles. This
tour started terribly for Martha, the Kids and
me. Our 5th family member, Sabre was
in heat which created a serious problem under
the circumstances, since we were in temporary
base housing; motel-like accommodations, at
their worst. A veterinarian in Palmdale assured
me it was no problem to spay her. We didn’t seem
to have an option, and our very beloved Sabre
died. We lost a family member and were heart
broken.
We were
TPS Class 56-A, a 6-month course located at the
old South Base, which had been closed to all
other flight operations, with the new facility
just north. We, thirteen students, would train
in T-28, T-33, F-84E, F-86E and B-25J, all
annotated as J-model airplanes, with special
test gear. My 13 classmates were Floyd Brown,
J. K. Campbell, Ed Chaplin, Bill Haynes, Greg
Mace, Al Moore, Steve Moore, Joe Schiele, Wendy
Shawler, Hank Streb, Smith Swords, Bob Taylor
and Kirk Wimberly. All were USAF pilots except
for Mace, an employee of North American Aviation
and Taylor, a Royal Canadian A.F. pilot.
Just out
of AFIT, I was well prepared for the classroom
work on aircraft performance, stability and
control. On the other side of the coin,
however, I had two years without enough flying,
but with the last couple of months to catch up,
and thank goodness for that. Our flying
training entailed the gamut of flight test pilot
skills and procedures, including preparations,
planning and flight, but, in addition, we were
required to be our own test engineers by
reducing and analyzing the data and writing
reports on each test flight. We had our share
of work to do, still depending greatly on the
slide-rule, as I had to in AFIT. It is almost
unreal in this age to realize that we got along,
not only without personal computers, even
without calculators. We worked a bit on crude
analog computers, which were simply mathematical
integrators, which we had to rewire to solve
each particular type of problem.
Our first
three months were dedicated to airplane
performance. That facet of testing is more
disciplined in some ways, consisting of very
precise maneuvers, which must be accomplished at
the absolute conditions according to the test
card .... a test pilot’s flight directive. It
was those flight cards that made the knee board
a prime piece of every test pilot’s gear.
Whether running saw-tooth climbs, wind-up turns
or cruise performance tests, every test point
had to be conducted at the correct conditions of
the related parameters. That meant always being
at the correct combination of speed, altitude,
fuel-level (=weight & center of gravity) at that
precise moment it was available, which demanded
the need for a good plan and correct, precise
and timely maneuvers. In a sense, such flights
were like a ballet with every step from the
start of the performance being an important
prelude to the next step, and no way to correct
a misstep.
For the
other segment of the course, we studied and flew
stability and control, the far more exciting and
challenging part of flight test, since many
surprises came in that area of greatest
uncertainty to designers and analysts. When it
comes to initial testing, it is stability and
control where the most risks appear. That was
especially frequent in those days when they were
challenging great new frontiers of power, speed,
Mach number and configurations, all without
benefit of digital computing. Thus design
overreach, into only theory was exacerbated by
lack of the computing capabilities for
engineering, which cost the lives of test
pilots. A WW II aces, who shot down five during
the Pearl Harbor attack, North American
Aviation’s test pilot George Welch, died testing
the F-100A, the first fighter to achieve Mach 1
in level flight. It was the lack of
calculations that cost his life, when engineers,
inhibited by existing habit and the limitations
and costs of analog computing, ignored a known,
but theoretical coupling of instability between
the three axes of aircraft. They were so close
to analyzing the data from the stiletto shaped
X-3 jet, which was so underpowered it proved of
little value, did provid the experimental
knowledge base to validate cause shortly after
his crash.
In a
technical sense, the F-100 was justifiable
because no airplane ever demonstrated the
theory, but in intuitively it might have been
treated differently. Only one parameter, “moment
of inertia” about the longitudinal axis, made
coupling significant, and in retrospect it was
clear that F-100 had increased those risks with
its especially short and light wings compared to
a very heavy and compact fuselage/engine. The
result was a sudden loss of control, with
break-up of the airplane’s tail surfaces at very
high speed and fast roll rates. We had even
studied the three partial differential equations
that precisely described coupling in AFIT, in
one of my graduate courses. It required
simultaneous solution of three partial
differential equations of motion, which was
possible but very costly for a series of data
points. To calculate it over the gamut of a
fighter airplane’s performance envelope was a
monumental and previously untried effort.
One of
our first training flights was calibration of
flight instruments on the deck, over the
normally dry Muroc Lakebed flying a few feet
above a white line with two poles to clock the
start and stop time. In those days it was common
to calibrate pitot-static systems, for airspeed
and altitude, by timing such fly-bys, in one
then the other direction to average out wind
effects. Individual airplanes and each type of
aircraft have inherent variations between
‘calibrated’ and ‘indicated’ altitude and
airspeed, from differences in design and
performance of the pitot static system. The
altitude and airspeed read in the cockpit are
inaccurate until the data are adjusted by the
findings of such testing, so all flight test
programs began with calibration of individual
aircraft, although simpler, more costly and
accurate methods were also available by “Tower
Fly-bys” using ground instruments.
We had
gotten unusually heavy rains and a couple inches
of water covered the perfectly flat and normally
dry lakebed. I was flying and Floyd Brown was
working the stopwatch in the back seat, for what
would normally be a very routine flight. On the
first pass, everything looked normal to Brownie
and me when the airplane suddenly vibrated
heavily. I might have reacted with a sudden
pull but I just eased the stick back. I had
dipped the tip of the propeller in those few
inches of water ---- without touching the earth
and, without dragging the tail, either of which
would have put us down. The water was so still
and smooth that all depth perception was lost
flying so low over that broad area of smooth
water.
The
aircraft required a new propeller, which was
bent, tips forward, due to the sudden extra
thrust, as it momentarily became a boat prop.
Thankfully it was below the level of a
reportable incident, there was only muddy water
to clean out, and Lt. Col. Aman, our Commandant,
never even mentioned it to me. Brownie later
flew in Bomber Test at Wright-Patterson and lost
his life on take-off in a B-47 at Wright
Patterson AFB, due to an improper fuel loading
and center of gravity too far aft to control the
airplane from nosing up as it lifted off the
ground.
Students
in the school aspired to be one of the few
chosen to remain at Edwards in Test Operations
upon graduating, but that opportunity was not
easy to facilitate, since the students were not
recognized as peers by the test pilots, and
there was little social opportunity to change
that. Our classmate, Steve Moore, was involved
in a non-flying incident at the bar of the
Officers’ Club. The most noted test pilot on the
base at the time was the Chief of the Fighter
Section, X-2 pilot Lt. Col. Pete Everett. He was
cocky to the point of arrogance and of bad
temper, when drinking. Steve was sitting quietly
at the bar when the colonel walked up and made
some remark, then nonchalantly poured his entire
drink on Steve’s head and uniform and walked
away. Steve decided that no response was best
since he wanted to be a test pilot. Steve had a
very beautiful wife to go home to, maybe the
thing that upset the little jerk, colonel.
Classmate
Joe Schiele and I went to the O’Club swimming
pool early one Sunday. The only person there
was Capt. Mel Apt, the other X-2 pilot. Joe, who
was a flight test engineer at the base, when he
entered TPS introduced me to Mel. He was so
gregarious, but quiet and reserved and I was
greatly impressed by the man, not just an idol.
Mel was the antithesis of Everett. The quiet
and unassuming demeanor of this small man made
it possible to feel like we were with an old
friend in that brief meeting and I fondly
treasure that one time with him before he died
in the X-2 accident, a stability control
situation where there was no escape from his
uncontrollable vehicle, because, like other
X-birds it had no practical escape provisions.
I also
learned one of many lessons about desert winds
at that pool. Not only did the dry winds
provide most efficient evaporative cooling
systems at home, I froze my butt off on a warm
morning swim. One thing you had to get used to;
the howling roar of winds, especially in the TV
antenna, all through the night. The wind
frequently slacked before dawn making it the
time most prized for smooth air and good test
points, and very early missions were routine
over the desert.
The Air
Force restricted pilots from intentionally doing
spins in jets. I had never done a spin except
in the T-6 and P-51. Because of restrictions,
the average line pilot was not certain that spin
recovery was likely or even possible in the jet.
Those of us who had fought against the MiG-15
and saw how they could not get out of their
spins really didn’t understand their problem. We
were unaware of the difference in spins between
them with their high-set horizontal tail and our
more traditional low horizontal stabilizers. I
learned in AFIT and TPS about the aerodynamic
pitch-up resulting from T-tail designs, which
served me well in later tests on a jet/rocket
some years later.
It was
sporting for spins to be a standard evaluation
for each of the types we flew in school, which
opened a whole new vista for us, and certainly
added to my confidence level, thereafter. That
practice should have been an operational
standard, as it was in T-6 training, at least at
that time, when the fighters were more
spin-friendly. It was interesting to see the
difference between types, for example, the
straight wing F-84E had an unusually smooth
spin, with less pitch variation and an almost
steady rotation, a bit like a flat spin, but not
so horizontal. The T-33 on the other hand had
the more usual rise and fall of the nose as the
aircraft rotated, and it displayed the typical
variable rotation rates, that increased as it
pitched down and decreased with the rise of the
nose on every rotation.
Joe
Schiele and his family became our great friends,
as did Wendy and Mary Shawler and their son
Stevie, who lived next door. One week-end Joe
and I drove with our boys into the desert to the
rubble strewn site of a most famous, or infamous
depending on the story tellers, bar and
entertainment center. That had been Pancho’s
“Happy Bottom Riding Club” somewhat infamous at
the time, but made famous years later in the
Hollywood movie, “The Right Stuff”, in which
Chuck Yeager portrayed it’s bartender. It was
true that Chuck broke a rib riding one of Pancho
Barnes’ horses just before the flight in which
he broke the “sound barrier”.
Pictures
confirm that Pancho invented ugly, and was said
to be crude and rough, but a famous aviatrix in
her own right during early flying days. Her
place had been the hangout for base officers and
ladies from the Los Angeles areas. Edwards base
property stretched for miles and the bar was
actually on that property. Before we arrived,
the commander, General Hugh Manson, ordered
Pancho to leave and had the place leveled,
leaving mostly foundation. An interesting side
note is that in recent years the place has taken
on a cultural aura and there is an annual
celebration held at the site’s remains by the
Test Pilot School, after graduations. General
Manson would have fits!
The
general was noted for another of his early
orders: Uniform jackets to be worn at work.
That was an unpopular change in the desert heat,
after years of informality. It wasn’t long
before I saw how that general operated. He
called a meeting of all officers to vote on
whether the civilian test pilots who worked for
the aircraft companies and flew on the base,
would continue to be special members of a nearly
completed officers club at the new base. Their
membership was a standing tradition. It was made
clear that the general opposed civilians in the
club but the military charter required
membership majority vote on the matter. The
vote was tallied in favor of the civilians but
the general closeted with senior personnel
before a recount. A miscount was declared and a
closed recount assured that civilian memberships
were history. Who said the military is a
democracy? … No one who’s been in it, and it
never should be! But grousing is an honored and
valuable outlet, as well.
A unique
“tumble” response of the T-33 jet trainer,
occasioned by excess sideslip, caused some fatal
accidents in landing approaches and all those
birds were modified with a short segment of a
90-degree metal slip strip, added to the
wing-root leading edges. Those inhibited tumble,
by disturbing the laminar flow of air at the
wing roots, under slow speed flight conditions.
We, aspiring test pilots, heard of a program in
which the Canadian Air Force intentionally flew
tumbles and there was no real recovery technique
except to wait it out while falling into denser
air.
Naturally, we had to give it a go, which was
possible with full sideslip in a deep stall. I
can report that all hell broke loose with the
most violent maneuver, short of flying into the
ground and I really can’t vouch for that one.
The airplane really did tumble end over end
combined with roll in a random and unpredictable
ways, throwing you around the cockpit. Once I
had the experience I didn’t need more, because a
maneuver outside the pilots control is not fun.
I learned about that in my one and only P-51
spin, when it went flat, but at least that was
eerily, tranquil. I do admire the Canadian
pilot who sat through a whole test series
including one with 25,000 feet of uncontrolled
fall without bailing. I didn’t realize that I
was practicing for a day I would repeat a
similar tumble in a rocket-powered airplane,
though not violent in the thin air of 100,000
feet, but without guarantee of recovering.
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Iven Kinchloe |
Iven
Kinchloe, whom I had flown combat with in Korea,
had gained fame as test pilot of the X-2, rocket
and was at Edwards. The last time I saw him was
a TPS class party at Bill Haynes’ home on base.
Kinch and his wife Dottie were there with U-2
test pilot, Pat Hunerwadel, who idolized
him, which was easy to do. Iven was a very
special guy. Not long after we graduated, he
was killed in an F-104A test, flying an early
model that had a downward ejection seat, which
passed through an explosively opened hatch,
below the cockpit. He was flying so low and
slow when the engine failed that he didn’t have
enough altitude to open his chute. In my very
next tour, I watched another, George Smythe
take-off in a similar F-104 at Eglin AFB and die
in a repeat of that accident. They really had
no option but to attempt ejection with the high
take-off speed and low lift of its small wings
and no structure to protect a pilot
crash-landing at over 250 knots, with full fuel.
The pilot’s choice provided a dichotomy with
little time and less chance. Ironically and
sadly, only months after Iven died, Pat
Hunerwadel followed him closely for the last
time. He crashed while testing a U-2.
Upon
graduation, Ed Chaplin’s and Bill Haynes’
families, along with mine, were assigned to the
Air Force Armament Center near Ft. Walton Beach,
known for its beautiful gulf beaches, weather
and family atmosphere. It would be a great
place for us and they had most of the current
aircraft in test. We would part from Joe
Schiele and Wendy Shawler with their families
who were transferred to Wright-Patterson. Wendy
years later became the Test Director and Chief
Pilot for the F-15 program and we saw him only
occasionally, until recent years.
On our way driving to the new assignment in
Florida we joined Joe and Lillian, Little Joe,
Cathy
and Stevie for a week in Vidalia, Louisana with
Joe’s parents, and Lillian’s folks, who lived in
adjacent homes. We had stopped a while in
Albuquerque with my folks on our way to
Florida. We had a great time learning an
important skill necessary for Florida, water
skiing. It was a wonderful bonding for our two
families, begun at test pilot school, and to be
carried on at an even higher plane of family
affection some years later in our next test
assignments. |