Well here I am; Willow Run (KYIP).
“And who are you?” I hear you ask.
I was ScottishMike in “the other place” but did not have the good sense to retain the same name.
So here at SOH I am ZappaBaci.
Two friends and me, here to have some fun in the National Air Tour.
Let me introduce my travel companions:
Suzanne, who, if you frequented The Other Place, you may well have already met.
And
Callum, friend and colleague from Aberdeen, Scotland.
I’ll keep dialogue brief, I’m not sure how welcome it is here at SOH, and anyway we have many legs to get to know each other.
Being three happily restricted the choice of craft, enclosed and with a good heater. I’m not sure who is craziest; the organisers or the participants. Crossing the USA in January in ninety year old plus aircraft.
The first choice was the Miles M3A Falcon. I glanced at the met report as I walked out to her.

A bit cold but not bad flying conditions.
Suzanne and Callum already making themselves comfortable in the back.
The Falcon has the slightly odd arrangement of pilot up-front and two passengers behind.
I slipped into the pilot’s seat:
The panel was as expected for a 90+ year old aircraft, a basic modern radio and GPS the only additions. No autopilot or modern radio navigation equipment.
Suzanne, who has much more experience as a pilot than me, had worked out a flight plan based on paper specs; we had all decided this first leg would do as an experimental flight to find out the Falcon’s comfortable cruise speed and altitude. The only ice protection was the carb heat.
We powered up and followed the procedure sheet carefully. I radioed for clearance to taxi and take-off. Clearance given to taxi to 23L and hold.
Take-off clearance given and we were away.
Happy cruise at 2200 rpm translated to 84 kts ground speed, the Falcon was not equipped with a manifold pressure gauge. The flight plan was heading 268 degrees at 4000’.
It was a question of keeping eyes peeled and knowing where we were, referencing ground features to the map, (the GPS certainly helped). I wondered about the “gentlemen” adventurers of the 1930s, epitomised in characters like Bertie Wooster and Jeeves in England and The Great Gatsby here in the US. To do or die bravado but insulated by wealth from the cruelty of the great depression.
“Time to keep your eyes peeled for Kellogg” Suzanne shouted. No sooner had she spoken than a bank of low cloud obscured the view:
Luckily we were in and out of the cloud in minutes. I thought I could see a runway just about visible ahead:
I tried to tune KBTL ATC but the radio would not change frequency. I tried again and got a faint crackly reply from Willow Run tower, I explained our problem and asked them to contact KBTL ATC to let them know we would be landing on 27 direct approach in around five minutes. The guy did not seem too happy but I expected him to comply for safety sake if nothing else. The radio on the list for repair when we landed. Ironic that it was one of the only two modern instruments fitted.
The Falcon was easy to line up for final, the flaps reducing speed with little if no ballooning effect.
With full flaps she descended gently at 65 knots with about 25% power.
Landing was gentle, a three pointer not recommended, using the strong main gear advised then dropping onto the tail wheel to taxi.
Close down procedure completed I opened the famous gull wing door. We locked her up and went looking for food and a radio engineer.
FIRST LEG COMPLETED!