Left hand elevator almost done

The bulk of the work on the left hand elevator is now done. All I have to do is add a little more lead to the counterweight and then attach the fiberglass end tip.

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I was a little intimidated by the lead counterweight but it turned out to be fairly easy. What I ended up doing was lining the counter balance ribs with aluminum foil as a form for the molten lead. I bought a couple 2lb lead fishing weights from a local bait shop. I then melted them down in a stainless steel measuring cup and poured the lead into the ribs and let it cool in place. I’ll need to repour it though because I have to put a nut and bolt to hold the the weight in place. Having already done it once it won’t be to intimidating next week when I finish up.

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Below is a picture of the rod end bearing cut out on the front of the elevator. An acquaintance on an internet form I belong to thought it looked a little chewd up. Hopefully it looks better now.

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Elevator repairs coming along

For those of you who have been keeping track, some cracking was discovered on my left-hand elevator trailing edge.  This was a fairly common problem with the early RV-4 kits.  After consulting with the aircraft kit manufacturor, I decided upon rebuilding the elevator with thicker skins. 

At this point I am now almost done with the left hand elevator.  I just finished mounting the elevator bearings which took some uncharactaristically careful measuring and cutting on my part.  In the photos you can see the bearings and the horizontal stabilizer hinges I had to match the bearings up with.

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Here are the holes with the platenuts already revited on

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Here’s the bearing installed in the nutplate, also shown is the jam nut

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Here are the hinge fittings that I had to carefully match the bearings up with.  Normally when building the entire empanage you would not drill the final positions of these fittings until you had matched them up with the bearings.  I didn’t have that luxury but it still turned out pretty well.  I had to oblong one hole a little but you it doesn’t affect anything, the nutplate provides all the strength.

Steve the Baptist

Actually Steve was a Baptist but is now a reformed Prebyterian pastor. He is also an all around good guy and friend who baptized me this past Lord’s Day. That’s Sunday for all you evangelicals out there. 🙂

Here is a video of the event:


The story behind my baptism at age 40+ is that no one in my family could remember whether I was baptized or not. Everyone *thinks* I was baptized. I *think* I was baptized. Unfortunately I can’t find any baptism records. No one remembers for sure. Because I’m not sure, I asked to be baptized FOR CERTAIN. So a baptism party was organized by our intrepid Pastor, Steve. I had asked for full immersion in a river but apparently he didn’t have one of those in his backyard so the next best solution seemed to be the swimming pool that he did have in his backyard. There were three other families who wanted their their children baptized so the kids and ol’ Mr. Van (The Flying Dutchman to our aviation fans out there) each took turns coming up out of the water.

Afterwards we we had snacks and fellowship in the best tradition of church functions worldwide. The kids splashed around in the baptismal font…er… pool, and the adults sat around and… yep, talked. Steve’s wife Wendy graciously cooked a delicious dinner for the baptism families that night and we enjoyed a sing-a-long after dinner.

This was a seriously, and spiritually fun and fulfilling day. As we drove home my kids were kind of bummed out that the fun-filled day was over. I rememinded then that we look forward to eternity, spent rejoicing in the presence of our Lord with all of God’s elect.  That is going to make this day seem about as fun as a dental appointment. Oops, we have an elder who’s a dentist, he seems to have great fun with dental appointments. Well, the rest of you know what I mean. 🙂

Fresno, CA (KFCH)

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Flew into Fresno Chandler Downtown Airport today. I had some work to do down at the Fresno Bee. The work was okay but the commute was great!

The air was cool and still this morning when I took off from Oakdale, CA (O27) at 9am this morning. I levelled off at 3000 MSL to enjoy the sights. The trip took about 35 minutes from take-off to landing, 45 minutes from engine start to engine shutdown. Considering it would normally take me about an hour and a half to drive there, that’s not bad.

One of my counterparts down at The Fresno Bee came out to the airport to pick me up and was very understanding about me being a little late. He hung around and waited even though they were having system problems back at work. Whatta’ guy!

He also related seeing a gyrocopter accident just before I landed. I heard Unicom announce that 30R was closed when I was on downwind. Not a big deal since I was headed in to 30L. Thank goodness they didn’t close the whole airport down like some communities would! My co-worker related that the gyrocopter was starting his take-off run but wasn’t getting into the air very well. He set back down on the runway a couple of times. The last time he set down it appeared like he had drifted off the runway because as soon as he touched down he started cartwheeling. The pilot got out and was walking around so we assumed he was okay. But probably very unhappy.

We drove down to the Bee where I spent most of the day down in the basement working on the server I was assigned to rebuild and eventually got it working well enough so that they could limp along through to the next day. After some mandatory visiting and shop talk I was driven back to Fresno Chandler Airport.

I packed my laptop and my CD collection up in the back seat and strapped in. It took about 45 minutes in the air to get back to Oakdale because of the afternoon Delta Breezes. Usually about 10 – 15 mph from the northwest. Just the direction I had to go, great. I climbed up to 4500 MSL for the trip home and found calm air again. There was very little headwind at this altitude so I levelled off and headed for home.

I got back to Oakdale and it felt hotter there than in Fresno! That is just wierd. But I made a decent landing, not great but good. I was glad no one was around. 🙂 When I got back to my hangar I shut the plane down, opened the canopy, and just sat and listened to the ticking of the engine cooling. I always pause for a few minutes after flying to just sit in the plane and express my gratitude to the Lord as He has seen fit to allow me to engage in such a wonderful passtime!

What a great commute I had!

If your interested in the trip I just took, here is the TripTick I created on AeroPlanner: Fresno 2-Aug-06 0929.pdf

I voted for Pedocommunion!

That’s a play on words taken from a bumper sticker I saw here in the Central Valley, “I voted for Pedro.” I don’t even have any idea what it means but those stickers are everywhere. It seemed like a catchy play on words. You see, I’ve been a credobaptist and credocommunionist my whole life. What that means is that I’ve always believed that one must profess a belief in Christ before one is baptized and receives communion.

Thanks to Thursday morning breakfasts with a mens group from church and a book we’ve been studying on covenantal relationships with God, I now believe that baptism has replaced circumcision as the sign of the covenant between believers and God. Circumcision was performed on Jewish babies, so it follows that baptism should be perfomed on children, babies in fact, of believers.   

Now, you may say that “The covenant of circumcision” (Acts 7:8) was confined to descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and those converted to Judaism (Genesis 17:12-13; Exodus 12:48); baptism is for all nations (Matthew 28:19-20; Mark 16:15; Acts 1:8).This is true, just as God first chose Israel to demonstrate to the world that we were unable to save ourselves, when He delivers that salvation in the form of His Son, that salvation is made available to all nations, therefore the new covenant must be for all nations.
Then again circumcision was confined to males; baptism is for both male and female. How do we explain that?  I believe that this is part of God’s all inclusive covenant, open to all whom He chooses.  Under the new covenant “There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free man, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” (Galatians 3:28)  The barriers have been lowered.  The temple veil has been torn.  There is no Gentile Court in the temple.  We are all now brothers and sisters in Christ.  Remember, at first God’s grace and mercy was limited to the Jews, it is now open to all nations.
Okay, well if baptism replaced circumcision people who were already circumcised could not be baptized. If baptism replaced circumcision, how could both covenants be in effect at the same time, among the same people?

They weren’t both in effect at the same time. You can’t uncircumcize yourself before you enter into baptism. There had to be a tansition. In God’s mercy He instituted the new covenant before removing the old covenant. Once you are baptized, you have now entered into the new covenant of redemption, the covenant of circumcision is no more.

Well, those are my deep thoughts for this week. Feel free to show me where I’m wrong but be sure to have scripture to back you up!

May God bless you this week.

We’re back

Well the family and I are home and have finally adjusted to being back in California…mostly.  The trip was wonderful.  It’s an experience that neither the kids nor my wife and I will soon forget.  But now I face a dilema…sort of.  I really, REALLY liked Tennessee.  The scenery is beautiful, the cost of living is lower, and the people are nicer.  It’s a slower pace of living back there.  I’ve lived in California for 32 years but I have to confess my heart never really left the South.  Also, my dad lives there now.  I’d really like to live closer to him.  

That’s the dilema.  I’ve got roots in this dusty old city now.  My kids have friends here.  God led me to a good church with good people in it.  I’ve got good job prospects here.  I own my hangar at the airport and have my airplane based there.  I’ve got some good friends at the airport.  But oh, my heart, my heart.  My heart is pulling me back to the South.  The green trees, the four seasons, the history, the culture.  And family.

The elders at my church stress multi-generational living.  At least they do with each other, I’ve not heard them espouse it to the congregation much.  It’s a good concept but I’m glad they don’t push it too much.  I for one can’t afford it.  I’ve made several comments about properties that some of the elders own which I’m afraid they must construe as jealousy.  I would have to admit to some jealousy, but it’s not malicious.  Mostly I’m just dissatisfied that I can’t live that way.  At least…not here.

Such is the dilema.  Do I stay in California and enjoy my church, my friendships, my job?  Or do I move to Tennessee where I can be close to my father and have land that I can build a house for my son and enjoy that multigenerational living that some here enjoy?  Do I stay and enjoy being with my airplane buddies and having my own hangar?  Or do I go and live where I can afford to build another hangar?  Do I go and be close to my father and quite possibly be the only example of true Christianity he may have witnessed for some time.

I just want to make sure I’m not stepping out in faith only to trip over my own feet.  I want to make sure that it is our Sovereign God that is guiding me to go, or to stay.  But then I guess that since He is sovereign, I have no choice but to do his will. 

Show me your will O Lord that I might please you.

The Flying Dutchman is travelling

Hey!  What are you doing here?  You ought to be over on our vacation site!  We’ve been having a blast touring Tennessee.  We’re driving into Virginia tomorrow to visit Lexington and surrounding areas.  Come on over and join us!

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A poem by Angela

Airplanes, airplanes, Daddy likes airplanes.
First he goes up, then he goes down.
Airplanes, airplanes, Daddy flies in airplanes.
First he goes up then he comes back with a great big SMILE! 😀
But the only thing that doesn’t belong in this poem is something Daddy likes to do.
Guess what that is?
You’re right!
Daddy likes to be funny!

Paso Robles, CA (KPRB)

 

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Lunch at Paso Robles

A few weeks ago some friends and I decided to fly to Paso Robles for lunch.  Dennis and his son Chris flew in Dennis’ RV-6A and I flew along in my RV-4.  The trip of about 145 miles took us just under an hour from wheels up to wheels down on the ground.

We taxied up to the transient parking that was just in font of Matthew’s at the Airport and secured our aircraft.  We could have parked closer except for the two ANG C-130’s parked directly in front of the restaraunt.  They were loading a bunch of young men who looked as though they were going camping or something; lots of back packs and boxes.  They had parachutes too.  I wonder what they were going to do with them?

Dennis, Chris, and I enjoyed watching the military display in front of us while we waited for our food.  Soon the C-130’s were gone and we were left to a peaceful lunch.  The food there is definately as good as other patrons of Matthew’s have stated.  After a leisurely lunch we hopped back in our planes and started to head back toward Oakdale.  We had to wait for the returning C-130’s to taxi past us.  I wonder where all the guys in the back went?

It was late afternoon and getting a little bumpy over the hills so I took the short route to the valley via Coalinga while Dennis flew directly back so he could stop for fuel at Gustine.   I headed toward the Sierra Nevada foothills and did a little sight seeing on the way back.  Dennis and I arrived back at Oakdale at almost the same time.

If you ever find yourself hungry and you’re near Paso Robles, be sure to stop in at Matthews!  Great place!