I learned to fly gliders in the Boston
area when I was in high school, more than 25 years ago. My father
had been into airplanes since his childhood in Brooklyn, NY, and
passed that interest on to me. Strangely, he himself didn't learn
to fly until after I did. We then started building a BJ-1B Duster
sailplane, in the garage from plans and a pile of wood. We didn't
get very far. My father started a new career, I went off to
college, we both gradually gave up flying. About 10 years ago,
after relocating to California, I started flying again.
I now own a DG-303
Elan Acro single-seat fiberglass racing and aerobatic glider.
It was built in Slovenia (once a part of Yugoslavia) by the same
company that makes Elan skis. It has a 15 meter (49 ft.)
wingspan. The glider is kept in an enclosed 30 ft. trailer, with
the wings removed. Assembling it for a day of flying takes myself
and a helper roughly half an hour. I am towed aloft by a single
engine airplane, normally to about 2000 ft. above ground level.
From there, I circle in rising thermal air currents to climb
higher and hopefully head out cross-country. The glide ratio is
around 44 to 1, which means I can usually fly 40 miles or more
between thermals, losing only about 5000 feet in altitude.
During the summer, I normally fly from Soar Truckee, in Truckee, CA, which is at the north end of the Sierra Nevada mountains near Lake Tahoe. This area has some of the best conditions in the world for making long distance glider flights. This past summer I spent a few days in Tonopah, Nevada, where I had my best flight ever (though not the longest distance), a distance of 325 miles around a closed course at an average of 78 mph, with altitudes up to 18,000 ft. My friend Kempton Izuno made a flight of over 620 miles there two days later, you can read his story here,
This is my
previous glider, a Glaser-Dirks
DG-101, an earlier model by the same designer. This photo was
taken in 1994. That afternoon I would be flying my very first
contest task, a 90 mile course around the Sacramento Valley in
California. The day ended up being better then it looks in the
photo, though the clouds were less than 4000 feet above the
ground, so most of the flying was at pretty low altitudes. My
flight ended after 3 1/2 hours and 78 miles, when I made my first
off-airport landing on an 8 foot wide levee between two rice
fields. It took 4 people to get the glider off the levee and back
into the trailer.
6 November 1998 -- Marc Ramsey -- marc@ranlog.com