Flights and Fancy: Brooders vs. Extroverts
- By Darisse Smith
- Air & Space magazine, August 2009
David Clark
The thing is, helicopters are different from airplanes. An airplane by its nature wants to fly and, if not interfered with too strongly by unusual events or by a deliberately incompetent pilot, it will fly. A helicopter does not want to fly. It is maintained in the air by a variety of forces and controls working in opposition to each other, and if there is any disturbance in the delicate balance, the helicopter stops flying, immediately and disastrously. There is no such thing as a gliding helicopter.
This is why a helicopter pilot is so different a being from an airplane pilot, and why in general, airplane pilots are open, clear-eyed, buoyant extroverts, and helicopter pilots are brooders, introspective anticipators of trouble. They know if anything bad has not happened, it is about to.
Harry Reasoner
Approach magazine, November 1973
I was a bright-eyed optimist until I flew a single-engine Army helicopter. I endured flight school when I was 22 years old, a new alumna from Davidson College, ready to show the United States Army what I was made of and single-handedly change the institution itself. I then met “Mr. Young,” my primary instructor pilot. He was a wise, masterful, and ornery Vietnam War veteran who embodied the description of helicopter pilots as “introspective anticipators of trouble.” I sat down across the table from Mr. Young. He said, “There is no cursing in my aircraft, no taking the Lord’s name in vain, no back talking. My opinion is the only one that matters. You will be prepared every day or you will not fly.”
I soon learned from Mr. Young and all of my other instructor pilots that every minute you spend in a helicopter is one more minute that you cheat death. You must know the procedure for every malfunction that could occur in that turbine engine or its outside components. If helicopters lose power, they plummet. Your job is to control that terrifying plunge so that the main rotor blades remain intact and stay out of your cockpit, or control the fall so the resulting crack in your spine leaves you perhaps crippled but not paralyzed.
My husband is the quintessential airplane pilot: idealistic, with an exuberant, dimpled, and broad smile. I am his polar opposite: After several hundred hours in Army helicopters, I have a well-developed sense of doom. He will find the cloud’s silver lining. I will find its tumultuous center.
The difference in our perspectives was highlighted one May day when Jeff, who had just earned his private pilot’s license, took me flying in a Cessna 152. The day could not have been prettier in Alabama—light winds and clear, cloudless skies. He made a couple of touch-and-gos into the Troy and Andalusia airports; I was impressed. We had just taken off from the Andalusia airport and were at about 1,500 feet when the soothing growl of the engine ceased.
I looked at Jeff. “Very funny trick.”
“I’m not joking,” he said. “We just lost the engine.”
Comments (3)
Great article!
Posted by Irma Navarro on July 29,2009 | 01:14 PM
I am both a helicopter and welded wing pilot. there is little to be said for fixed wing flying except boredom and if you are an airline pilot a bad back from sitting on the fat wallet. On the other hand the helicopter pilot, because of the nature of his work is bright eyed ,bushy tailed and prepared for anything.
Posted by jock mackay on September 15,2009 | 12:40 AM
Well, I think that saying has all that must be said: "Helicopters do not fly, they're rejected by the earth into the air"
Posted by Hans Averdung on January 8,2010 | 11:51 PM