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By Jim Cunningham, EAA 594611

The would-be airplane pilot stood atop the sand dune hill at Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, wondering if the craft he was about to fly would work equally promised. The wind picked up, and his companions holding the wings of the glider signaled it was time to launch. They began running down the loma, and the muslin-covered wings bit into the air — flying!

The year was non 1902, and the airplane pilot was not one of the Wright brothers. The year was 2019, and the airplane pilot was … me.

The Wright 1902 glider was the last developmental aircraft in the brothers' quest to attain powered flight. Information technology featured a new three-axis aerodynamic control organization that solved problems with skidding and slipping in turns and enabled the airplane pilot to counter adverse yaw. Every airplane congenital since has the Wright 1902 glider in its DNA. The brothers made more than 1,200 flights in information technology in 1902 and 1903, paving the manner for the Flyer that would engrave their names in the history books. Sadly, the 1902 glider was abased at Kitty Hawk equally unwanted surplus after its mission was completed, and all that remains of it today is a small-scale slice of wingtip.

As the centennial of the Wrights' first powered flight approached in 2003, various organizations made plans to celebrate the effect and educate the public about the Wright brothers and the birth of the airplane. Several groups made plans to build replicas and reproductions of early Wright aircraft. Most of these were just for static display, but a few were built as airworthy examples intended for flying. EAA'southward Inaugural to Kitty Hawk was the grandest of all these plans, culminating with an try to fly a reproduction of the Flyer on Dec 17, 2003 (unfortunately, atmospheric condition prevented it from getting airborne).

The pilots for that program trained much like the Wrights did — by making flights in a reproduction of the Wright 1902 glider. The 1903 Flyer and 1902 glider reproduction shipping were both built past Ken Hyde and his team at The Wright Experience of Warrenton, Virginia, for the Discovery of Flight Foundation. The glider's airframe is spruce, similar the original, and the fabric used is muslin, also similar the original. One concession was made for safe reasons — the wire used is modernistic and not single-strand like that used in 1902.

When the time came to railroad train the pilots for the centennial consequence at Kitty Hawk, the glider was modified to handle more than like the 1903 Flyer by changing its CG with ballast equally well as a new canard modeled off the ane used on the Flyer. Wheels were also added for practicality. Once the commemoration ended at the end of 2003, the Flyer reproduction was put on display in The Henry Ford museum in Dearborn, Michigan. The 1902 glider was returned to Virginia and stored.

Enter Kitty Hawk Kites Hang Gliding Schoolhouse. Located at Jockey'due south Ridge State Park just a few miles from Kill Devil Hill where the Wrights made aviation history, the school opened in 1974 and has trained over 400,000 students. Paul Glenshaw, who was involved with the centennial events as manager of the Discovery of Flight Foundation, took some hang gliding lessons at the school after the anniversary and suggested that the Wright 1902 glider would make a nifty add-on to the institution'southward fleet. A bargain was struck, and in 2011 the shipping, now back in its original configuration, became bachelor to the public for flights. No prior flight training of whatsoever kind is required. By calculation three tethers to the glider — one on the forepart and one on each wingtip — instructors help the pilot control the aircraft where necessary.

I registered for the program, and August establish my Pointer and I crossing the Appalachians from Illinois bound for Kitty Hawk. Equally with any aircraft, atmospheric condition governs all operations of the glider, and weather have to be merely correct to wing, with current of air between 18 and 25 mph. The mean solar day before my scheduled flight, instructor Billy Vaughn chosen to report that early afternoon the next day would be ideal for flying. At 9 a.1000. the following morning, Baton called again. The weather condition was irresolute and could I fly around ten? Existence a pilot and agreement the realities of weather, I said I was prepare at whatever time and would head over immediately. A human being about my age looked up equally I walked in to the school building, noted my Vintage Aircraft Association volunteer hat and EAA "plane geek" shirt, smiled, and said, "You must be Jim."

"What gave it away?" I asked. Billy walked me through the inevitable insurance forms and introduced me to the instructors and staff I'd exist working with. Wolf, Luke, and Willy all looked like they stepped out of fundamental casting for surfers at Malibu, and somehow found means to insert the phrases "Sugariness!" "All right!" and "Right on!" into every other sentence. I've never met a more dedicated or enthusiastic group in my life. They obviously lived and breathed all things hang gliding. Their free energy was contagious, and I got swept upwardly in their exuberance and couldn't look to exit on the sand and do some flying.

Every bit when getting checked out on any new aircraft, we started with ground training. Billy and I agreed to bypass the bones history of the glider, since I was already familiar with it. Nosotros stepped into the rather cramped storage area, and there it was — a re-cosmos of the first controllable airplane. Its 32-foot wingspan is identical to my Piper Arrow, but this one only weighs about 120 pounds, not two,500. It was immediately obvious that this was a working airplane and non a pristine museum display piece — parts of the fabric were stained by many landings in the sand, and there were signs of small repairs scattered about the craft (yet another manner it's like the original).

The Wright 1902 glider, like the 1903 Flyer that followed, is flown from the prone position. The pilot has 2 controls: a hip cradle and a rotatable hand piece to concur onto in flight. The aileron was not invented by the Wrights; instead this ship'south gyre is controlled past warping its wings in birdlike way. This requires much of the fly construction to flex on command via a complicated series of wires, pulleys, etc. continued to the hip cradle. Billy brash me non to be shy about control inputs for roll and to slide the cradle to full deflection immediately, and then accept out what wasn't needed. There is no separate rudder control; the hip cradle control is interconnected and deflects the rudder equally needed.

Pitch, meanwhile, is controlled by rotating a slice of wood nearly the size of a standard 1-past-2-inch lath. Twist forward and the canard — mounted in view in front of the pilot — pitches the glider down, while twisting back results in pitching the craft upwardly. I had noticed in videos of this and other replicas that the canard flutters in flying and asked Billy why pilots apply control inputs that trigger the oscillations, which look counterproductive at all-time. He replied that the canard palpitate is inherent to the design and is not pilot induced. In short, it simply does that. The key to flying the glider, I'm told, is to look forwards out over the canard, into the distance. Looking at the ground directly ahead or effectually you lot will result in less than optimal operation and handling. This is familiar territory — information technology's the same technique every pilot learns to land an airplane.

The storage hangar turns out to be a considerable distance from the dune we will fly from. The coiffure guides the glider on a wheeled cart along a path up and downward over sand dunes; scattered trees require careful turns to avoid having branches damage the wing fabric. It's already getting hot out, and I'1000 glad that my new friends who are younger than me are doing the pushing and pulling. Even they are a picayune winded when nosotros achieve the top of the big loma we are going to operate from. We attach the canard and rudder forth with their control cables. One person is always belongings onto the aircraft; the coiffure refers to this every bit the "BBC rule." When I enquire how the rule got its name, everyone looks a piddling uncomfortable and I'chiliad informed that once upon a fourth dimension the BBC was filming a segment about the airplane and wanted static shots of it sitting on the sand dune. Having light wing loading, it doesn't take much air current to create enough lift to get it airborne, and a adept gust did exactly that. Now the glider is always held in identify by hand.

Billy gives me a helmet and safety harness, equipment the Wrights didn't have. A safety line attached to the belong will keep me from darting forward into the canard if I land with too much horizontal speed. That's an unlikely prospect, merely it's however a wise precaution.

At that place are several conventional hang gliders on the dune, forth with instructors, students, and their companions. The Wright 1902 glider is quite different from anything else around it and immediately attracts attending. Even though people don't know exactly what information technology is, they recognize its lineage to the Wright Flyer painted on signs all over Kitty Hawk. I accept over talking to onlookers so that the crew can terminate associates and examination the controls without interruption.

With assembly complete, it's time for a exam flight. An experienced instructor climbs aboard and the others with condom tethers on the wings and olfactory organ begin running down the dune. I've watched video of this and other 1902 glider reproductions flight here, but to actually see this one ascension majestically into the air and fly by, the coiffure running and belongings onto tethers on the wings and nose, is scenic. The glider gracefully alights at the bottom of the dune, and the coiffure carries the motorcar back uphill. Every bit they pass, it sinks in — I'm upwardly next.

Mounting the glider reminds me of boarding a floatplane — information technology's a process that involves contorting around a number of support wires and struts. I lay down and shift to position myself properly on the spar across my chugalug line and center myself in the steering cradle. Hands go on the pitch control. Ane of the guys attaches my safety line. It's uncomfortable, to put it mildly, only comfort isn't the objective here. Besides, it'll be a short flight. The crew on the wings and nose lift the ship up. I help by lifting the center while getting into the "flamingo stance" for launch — one foot on the ground and the other leg straight back with my foot hooked over the rear spar. The breeze jostles the craft while I attempt to keep my balance (I guess I'd brand a lousy flamingo).

While we await for the proper current of air, I have a moment to take everything in. The air is crystal clear. The dune slopes downward in forepart of me, the air current-sculpted sand broken by brush at the lesser. A half-mile or so beyond is the blue of the Atlantic Body of water. Suddenly the coiffure members perk up. "This is starting to experience good," Wolf says, on the olfactory organ tether. My untrained senses tin't feel the change in the wind, only obviously they tin. Later a terminal check to make certain nosotros're all ready, we showtime moving.

"Hop! Hop! Hop!" Wolf calls to me, reminding me of my preparation. "Put your leg up!" My concern that I wouldn't exist able to find the spar with my foot turns out to exist unfounded, and I'm "fix" in no time. I'thousand back to being a student pilot once again — my senses are overloaded with lots of unfamiliar information, and my brain doesn't know what to do with it. This is not flight equally I know it. "Now relax!" Wolf calls to me from the front and now below me as the aircraft lifts off.

The ship is stable, but it's and so light that it feels every puff of change in air current speed and direction, vertically too as horizontally. The glider begins oscillating in pitch after a few seconds, and in the archetype form of someone flying an unfamiliar plane, I add to the problem by overcontrolling, rotating the canard control to full deflection both upward and downwardly. Considering the canard, which serves as the elevator, flaps around so much on its own, it's difficult for me to get an idea of what part of the deflection is me and what isn't.

Barely a dozen seconds afterward launch, it's time to state. "Flare!" the crew calls, and I rotate the canard control all the way back. The ship doesn't so much flare equally it sinks apartment, slowly, before plopping onto the sand. Information technology'due south not smoothen, but information technology's not much of a jolt, either. The sand absorbs the vertical free energy well, but I tin can't imagine trying to put it downwards on regular dirt, let alone pavement. Squirm out, unhook, and trudge back up the dune analyzing the flight as the rest of the crew (bless them) haul the glider upward the hot sand. The wind was from straight ahead, and with the coiffure on the wing tethers, I didn't really have to think well-nigh gyre much. Pitch is another matter — now that I take some thought of how the plane flies, I tin better manage the pitch inputs and do better on the next flying … I promise.

Duck and twist around the wires and struts. Condom line, check. Squirm around to become positioned. Crane neck up (and be grateful that airplanes somewhen went with upright seats that nosotros use today). Stand up with the crew and lift the glider. I leg up and back; hook foot on rear spar. Wait for the wind. Go! As I put my other leg off on takeoff I realize that given the craft'southward small size and light weight that doing and so actually creates a noticeable CG modify. I make a witting try to go easier on the pitch inputs this fourth dimension. "Speed! Speed!" Wolf calls, presumably to the guys on the wing tethers. I don't know that there'south annihilation I can do about it. After all, I don't have an engine and we're merely a few feet off the sand where I can't merchandise altitude for airspeed. "Yeah! Yes! Yes!" he calls a couple of seconds after after things take improved. Someone on one of the wing tethers lets out a whoop presently thereafter. I'm still aquiver the aircraft in pitch, just it's less desperate than earlier. "Flare!" comes the call, and I plop the machine onto the sand. "Nice, man!" Wolf calls out. I'yard betting he says that to everyone who doesn't break the matter, I recall every bit I extract myself from it. Luke and Willy applaud.

Upward the dune nosotros go over again. Reset, reattach, raise the airplane, and await for the air current. One of the guys has music playing on his phone, all '80s. Tears for Fears "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" swirls through the air as I stand on 1 leg again. "Just out of curiosity," I call to the crew, "Were any of y'all even born when this song came out?" They all shake their heads. I feel sometime — I was in college.

"This feels skilful," Wolf says as the breeze picks up, and nosotros all position for launch. "Go!" he calls, and we're off once more. The third flight is better even so. Armed with a whopping minute's worth of flight fourth dimension on the ship now, I'm getting a feel for what is normal pitching of the glider in the current of air and what I need to give command inputs to correct. Learning to command the Wright 1902 glider in pitch is reminiscent of learning to fly a training plane in a steep turn — y'all have to learn to recognize the need for control input early on to avoid pitch and altitude excursions. The flight is smoother, and I'grand not skimming the ground on touchdown this time. The ship plops into the sand at the bottom of the dune, and the crew hauls it up withal once again.

I still have no feel for the air current at launch; what the crew all senses however evades me. Nosotros get underway, and I'thou airborne once more, but this time I'm non on overload and can brainstorm to concentrate on what is going on rather than simply react. I mentally filter pitch changes and apply the correct amount of canard input at the correct moment. "Crawly, Jim!" I hear Wolf ostend my improved flying skills. I'g up a picayune higher on this flight, and the right wing drops just slightly as the ship flutters onto the sand; there'southward no time to correct, and probably not enough speed and airflow to opposite it even if I tried. No matter; the ship and I are fine and get back up the dune once again.

I'm actually able to help the crew become a running start on this final launch before folding my legs back onto the rear spar. I finally have a feel for control inputs and know what the sight picture should exist, and the glider climbs to a whopping 8-10 feet. The infinite we take to fly in isn't whatever greater than it was before, though, and in no time I have to come down. Considering I'grand higher, the landing is inevitably more of a driblet and jolt than the other four were. Unknown to me until and then I permit my right leg dangle a bit on this flight, and my knee gets scraped in the sand on touchdown. While annoying, it makes life a little more interesting for the next couple of weeks when people enquire, "How did you do that?" Not many people can respond with, "Landing a reproduction of the Wright brothers' 1902 glider at Kitty Militarist."

I wriggle out of the glider for the last time and am happy to shed my helmet and harness in the 90-plus degree heat. Ane of the crew rides the wheeled cart for the glider down the dune equally if riding a moving ridge on a surfboard. Nosotros unfasten and disconnect the ship's canard and rudder for send. The airplane is lifted back onto the cart, the rudder is fastened apartment onto the center section, and yours truly is given the job of carrying the canard and its connecting struts. As we meander the path back to the school buildings, I become a couple of lessons of just how much elevator is generated by the glider's canard in the gusts, but go on control.

During the walk, the coiffure of Wolf, Luke, and Willy praise my flying skills, saying I'm one of the better Wright 1902 glider pilots they've seen. Wolf has been telling me that all along, and I tell the other two I'thou certain he says that to all their customers. "Naw, man," Luke says. "Wolf's honest. If you suck, he'll tell you." On the other hand, many or most of their customers aren't already pilots. With all the experience I accept, I'd better exist able to do a decent chore. I'thousand officially the 213th person ever to fly a Wright 1902 glider.

Dorsum in the function, Baton Vaughn and I talk shop as I cool off. He is likewise the historian of the Rogallo Foundation. NASA engineer Francis Rogallo invented the wing now named later him, and the blueprint became the ground for hang gliders and modern parachutes. Baton is currently working on Rogallo'due south biography afterward spending months going through the engineer's drove of papers at a local annal, processing the textile as he went. Having worked in an archive and written a couple of biographies I sympathize the challenges involved. He and others are also working to constitute a museum on Rogallo and his designs on the schoolhouse site.

The next 24-hour interval I make a visit to the Wright Brothers National Memorial a couple of miles away from where I flew the glider. I've been at that place before, even landed my Pointer on the site's track, merely this visit is different — there's a personal connection at present. I walk to the summit of Kill Devil Hill and expect down. The museum and the flying site that mark the birth of powered flying are readily visible in the distance, but my thoughts are of what it must take been like to fly the glider here. Impale Devil Colina is approximately 100 feet high, taller and steeper than the hill I flew from at Jockey's Ridge Land Park. The Wrights flew the 1902 glider more than than 1,200 times from here; their longest flight was a minute and 12 seconds. What must that have been similar with no teacher to teach or guide them, no tethers to keep the transport safe and under control, and no feel?

EAA members prefer our aviation history to be living history. Nosotros'd rather run into historic and vintage aircraft in the sky where they belong when possible, or better yet, fly them ourselves. Fortunately for us, Kitty Hawk Kites makes the Wright 1902 glider replica available for anyone to fly; one need not even be a pilot or have whatever training to fly this remarkable automobile. For more than data or to volume your own take a chance, get to www.KittyHawk.com/adventures/1902-wright-glider-feel or call 1-877-Wing-THIS.

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