All Keyed Up At Solowings
I have had quite an interesting weekend including my first forced landing, crash if you really insist, and I thought I would put down what I can remember for the record. The bottom line is that I am fine but my aircraft needs some tender loving care and it might be a week or two before I can fly it again.
The plan was that a group of “Trike” pilots, myself included, would fly our weight-shift ultra-lights to a 5 star beach resort, Tanjung Lesung, about 80 miles away on the West Java coast. We planned to spend a day doing beach things, flying around maybe, some diving for some, and generally an interesting way of practicing cross-country skills and having a good time in the process. I had promised a friend of mine, John McBeth who has a beach house a few miles north of the resort, that I would buzz his house after had I rested from my cross-country flight.
A weight-shift trike is basically a triangular confection of aluminium tubes and struts, an engine, a Dacron sail or wing, tandem seats, an instrument binnacle and great potential for unadulterated fun.
My aircraft is a Solowings Aquilla, made in South Africa. It has great suspension which is actually important given every flight should result in a controlled landing - a good suspension helps the machine track well on landing and saves the airframe lots of stress. Think of it as a Harley with wings but a damn sight safer. Indeed, the trike is probably the safest recreational aircraft type flying.
Friday, 17 March 2000 (St Patrick's Day), evening, we collected at our Lido Clubhouse about 40 miles south of Jakarta and went through briefings and final preparations. In the weeks before, a couple of the organizers had gone to the Tanjung Lesung Resort and, at the invitation of the owners, had built a 237 metre airstrip. They also checked out alternate landing areas and checked on local weather patterns. We, the club members, had spent the last two weeks doing short take off and landing practice, emergency drills and generally got things together. Friday night for me was like the night before Christmas, I was all keyed up and could not wait to get in the air.