Word: piloting
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...wrong to put the blame for the crash of Singapore Airlines Flight 006 solely on the pilot who turned onto the wrong runway [AVIATION, Nov. 13]. Surely authorities at Taipei's airport should share some responsibility for what happened. A runway that was under repair was not adequately closed off, and no one seemed to notice that a jumbo jet was taking off from the wrong runway. More than one person should take responsibility for the tragedy. BINA MENON Selangor, Malaysia...
...time to don my captain's hat. Question was, Could I drive, er, pilot a two-story house? During the next several hours, Steve gave us a crash course on how to operate the high-powered generator, prime the engine, use the toilet, work the marine radio and anchor the boat. Under his watchful eye, I soon settled into the captain's chair to take over the wheel. And then, good news! It became obvious that driving a houseboat--even a 60-footer--is a snap. Its dual engines powered us so smoothly over the lake that we wouldn...
...year later, with the help of his sons and some talented colleagues, the Gossamer Condor was ready. Assembled out of piano wire, aluminum tubes, bicycle parts, Mylar film and a propeller, it was successfully flown around the Kremer course by furiously pedaling Bryan Allen, a racing cyclist and glider pilot. MacCready's place in history was assured...
...unathletic as a child, MacCready turned to solitary hobbies. He collected butterfly and moth specimens, assembled model airplanes from kits, began designing his own planes and at 15 won several national model-airplane contests. He took flying lessons, soloed at age 16 and trained as a fighter pilot during World War II. He learned to soar as a glider pilot while at Yale and in 1956 became the first American to win the World Soaring Championship...
...PILOT: All that's keeping the human element alive in an ever more relentlessly robotic info-storage world is a few square inches of warm, floppy leather in our hip pocket: the wallet. The wallet, where strangers' business cards go to be forgotten, where 10,000-lire bills from a three-year-old Italian vacation retire, where 1997 restaurant receipts and 1994 family snapshots dwell. Where it takes 10 minutes not to find what you're looking for amid the detritus stuffed over the years into that labyrinth of folds and pockets. And where, occasionally, you come across a long...