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LDRS-20
"All Right, Who Wanted to Eject G-Motors on the Lake Bed!!!???"
LDRS20 - Lucerne
Dry Lake - July 19-22, 2001 By Ken Good
News
flash! TRA Board Member and National Secretary red-flagged on launch pad
#46!
What
sort of terrible, irresponsible, and ecologically dangerous rocket did
Ken Good, a member of Tripoli since 1967 and now a TRA Board member, try
to fly? Was it something with a pyrotechnic warhead? A guided missile
perhaps? A biological payload on board? Had this old rocketeer lost his
mind completely?
The
truth of the matter is that I was trying to fly one of my "sinister" rack
rockets, the new Exeter which had debuted successfully at Dragon's Fire
20. Of course, who these days, on a national basis, knows from squat about
what a rack rocket is? Therein lies the tale…..
But
before I get to that, let me relate my impressions of LDRS20. To tell
the truth, the whole experience was a mixed-bag: thrilling, challenging,
rewarding, surreal, and frustrating. And a great amount of my experience
had little directly to do with flying rockets. (Dave Rose has offered
an excellent narrative of the Tripoli Pittsburgh team experiences at LDRS,
and I will not attempt to impinge upon that. My views were from a slightly
different perspective anyway.)
Wednesday,
July 18
After arriving at Las Vegas the evening before, Tom Blazanin (our Vegas
host) Dave Rose, Chris Rose and I embarked on the 3-hour trip to Lucerne
early on the morning of July 18. Easterners like me are frequently amazed
at the landscape that reveals itself on the drive from Las Vegas to Lucerne.
I've seen it before, but the other-worldliness of this environment - nearly
Martian by nature - never fails to impress me. It's desolate, with flat
or rolling high-desert, dotted with dry scrub and punctuated by barren
mountains and outcroppings of rugged brown rock. You don't play games
in this country - it doesn't tolerate fools.
When you finally approach
the dry lake bed at Lucerne, little of this landscape has changed. But
as you regard the Lucerne Valley from an overlooking northeastern slope,
some five miles distant, you witness a vast, brown, empty sweep of land.
It looks perfectly smooth from this distance, and you can imagine it filled
in some primordial time with dark, quiet waters, hiding strange creatures
unknown to human eyes. This land has transported you into the surreal.
The reality of the lake bed launch site is that it is huge, compared to
anything we know in the East, with miles of unbroken, vegetation-free
flatness. A perfect place to fly and recover rockets. But you must never
forget where you are, and the merciless sun which begins to fiercely heat
the land before 10 AM, does not fail to remind you that this is a cruel
place, for which you had better be prepared.
Our
initial visit to the launch site involved setting up a large shade tent
(BTW - thanks to TRA President and Pittsburgh member Bruce Kelly for grabbing
the best spot for us to set up) and checking out the site. Afterward,
our group rendezvoused with the final member of the Pittsburgh team, Leif
Hammer, at the Ramada in Victorville (some 30 miles or so distant) for
the TRA Board meeting. This promised to be interesting, for in addition
to the normal business, Jerry Irvine had been invited to attend to petition
the Board for reinstatement of his membership.
There was much speculation
about whether Jerry would show, since he has not been enamored of Tripoli
for some years, and the invitation to him was an outgrowth of a Board
denial of Jerry's request to attend the members' banquet/meeting (on Saturday,
July 21) to present two proposed awards. For those who do not know Jerry,
it should be noted that he was a pioneering HP rocketeer (I first met
him at LDRS 2), long associated with Lucerne, but who has also gained
among many a negative reputation resulting from perceptions of his business
practices. Ultimately, in the early '90's, the TRA Board expelled him
after discovering problems with FAA waivers at Lucerne, with which he
had acted as a coordinator, that had resulted in TRA members inadvertently
flying rockets in excess of the true granted waiver.
Jerry did in fact
appear, as invited, at 2 PM on July 18 (incidentally, the birthday of
both Tom Blazanin and me). His petition was comprised of a very long discussion
and Q & A with the Board, including some exchanges that had me wondering
when we had passed through the looking glass. I could not help but marvel
at the adroitness with which Jerry altered his interpretations of fact,
when confronted with information that confounded his first interpretation.
I was particularly
concerned about some questionable statements Jerry had recently made on
RMR, and directly asked him about a couple of these. That alone was a
curious and elliptical discussion - but I did get the impression Jerry
realized (perhaps to his surprise) that at least one Board member was
paying some attention to his public statements, and that some of these
had not necessarily helped his cause. Ultimately, after some 2 -1/2 hours
of discussion with the Board, Jerry was requested to return in the evening
for the their decision. For reasons that I will reserve for my next publication
of the "Tripoli Report" Jerry's petition was denied. Because of all this,
the meeting went very late, and I was happy to get some sleep when I could
finally retire for the evening.
Thursday,
July 19
On Thursday, while the Tripoli Pittsburgh team sojourned back to Lucerne,
fellow Board member Bruce Lee and I drove into Los Angeles to meet with
representatives of "First Television Productions" who had sent a message
to Bruce Kelly, expressing interest in our activities. Bruce Lee and I
really didn't know what to expect, but we made the trip, remarking on
the very noticeable "smog zone" you enter as you near L.A. The office
we were seeking looked pretty modest, even though it was on the celebrated
Santa Monica Boulevard (Sheryl Crow music floating in my head), right
next to Beverly Hills. We met some very nice folks, all quite upbeat and
California-casual, and quickly learned that the main man, Bradley Anderson,
and his team were the producers of "Battlebots." And they were potentially
interested in creating a weekly rocketry-competition-theme show! Hmmmm….
how could this be achieved? We certainly couldn't have competing teams
aiming rockets at each other! After Bruce and I briefed them on what we
were about, we bounced a few preliminary ideas around, and Bradley decided
to send out a film crew on Saturday to get some sample footage and try
to come up with some ideas. Bruce and I agreed on the drive back that
a special series of competitive events would have to be set up, if anything
was to be feasible. We were a bit skeptical about how good a fit we were
for the type of show the First TV folks wanted to produce and sell, but
if something can be devised, TRA stands to gain some good revenue, and
HP rocketry could gain a tremendous boost in popularity. Nothing yet has
materialized, but keep your fingers crossed. Bruce and I drove back to
the hotel, changed into field clothes, and headed for Lucerne. We were
just in time for the arrival of the afternoon dust storm! After briefing
Bruce Kelly on our TV-land visit, we headed back to the hotel for showers,
and dinner.
Friday,
July 20
I will remember LDRS 20 as an event where more than half of the Pittsburgh
contingent celebrated birthdays, and this day it was Dave's (a "landmark"
birthday too, but let him reveal the actual number!). It was a pretty
neat one too, as Dave celebrated by flying his Raven to near 10K feet,
breaking Mach in the process - a very aggressive flight, which defeated
my ability to get a good take-off snapshot. The Raven had apparently come
down on far side of the main road, and those who had walked to this point
were understandably a bit tired. Chris and I had taken the van onto the road,
rendezvousing with the other three and bringing much needed water. When
the entire team set off on the other side of the road, rather than feeling
oppressed by the growing heat, I found the walk rather exhilarating. We
surely hiked a mile or more, vainly looking for the rocket, but with water
bottle in hand, and perhaps because it was still fairly early, I felt like
I could go on for miles. Was I being strangely seduced by the desert, becoming
foolish in my confidence? Hard to say, but when the team of workers who
picked up the missing Raven offered us all a lift back to the main road
in their pick-up, I declined, in order to enjoy the walk back to the road,
carrying the Raven on my shoulder too. Maybe I just needed to get a real
appreciation of this country.
The
morning was rounded out by Leif, with his beautiful Fire-Arrow rocket,
which he prepped to fly on an H-motor. And what a sense of style and symmetry
- before he moved out to the flight line, Leif donned a matching red t-shirt,
complete with the "Fire Arrow" motif, as on the rocket, in Chinese characters.
He was rewarded with a fine, picture perfect flight and easy recovery.
We
had begun to display the shining Gloria Mundi III when we first truly
set-up at the field, and it had gotten some admiring attention, despite
its lack of a nose cone (Tom and I had searched among the vendors for
a cheap "stand-in" cone, but none could be found of the appropriate diameter).
However, the GM III's moments of attention would be eclipsed on this afternoon
by the arrival of our NASSA colleagues, Jerry McInlay, Les Derkovitz,
and Dave Pacheco, who proceeded to display their collection of beautiful
huge experimental rockets. Chief among these was the impressive GPQ, which
really had admiring rocketeers in awe. "Are you guys going to launch that
here?!!!"
Another highlight
- possibly a lowlight - of the day was trying to sort out a motor delivery
snafu. Dave had earlier picked up our engine order from Performance Hobbies. We
both had K550's ordered, but it would turn out that our box of goodies
had one K550 and one K1100 in it. After briefly considering, and rejecting,
the idea of either of us using the K1100, I went back to see Ken Allen….but
our K550 had been erroneously picked up by another flyer. Ken asked if
I could have the other guy paged by the LCO announcer so that we could
do the swap, which I agreed to do. After requesting this announcement
a couple of times, and some time passing without it happening, I requested
Tom to use his influence as a "Tripoli legend" to go and request it. Tom,
as is his way, took matters into his own hands; he walked over to the
guy with the mike, held out his hand to use the mike, and when it was
duly passed to him, he made my announcement for me! Unfortunately, by the
time the flyer came to see Ken again, he had already assembled his motor.
It was ironic that this flyer would then crash his rocket
using the motor he wasn't supposed to have! In any case, Dave was able
to secure another K550 from another vendor, so we were both set for our
flights the next day.
By mid-afternoon,
the winds were kicking up, the dust blowing, and we all decided to head
back for the host hotel for showers and some dinner at one of the local
restaurants. An evening of good times, with the Kelly family and the Pittsburgh/NASSA
contingent, was enjoyed by all. Dave, Chris, Leif, and I finished off
the day, struggling against fatigue, to prep Dave's Six Appeal and my
Merlin for anticipated flights early the next morning.
Saturday,
July 21
What was
it that Burns said about "the best laid plans"? The morning started off
very promising, with an early arrival at the field, and excellent flying
conditions. Dave and I did our final pre-flight prep of the Six Appeal
and the Merlin, posed for pictures, and were getting ready to head to
the flight line. However, at that moment, Bruce Lee came looking for me
- our First TV film crew had arrived, and we needed to work with them
to get the coverage they needed. So the Merlin went back on the stand,
to be flown later, I supposed.
The TV folks were
very nice, and were quite amazed at what they were seeing. We introduced
them to flyers, explained what was going on, took them out to the pads,
helped set up some take-off shots, and ultimately, we were the subjects
of short interviews with them. At one point, we even introduced them to
Frank Kosdon, in all his squalid glory. Suffice it to say that Frank was
not at his most photogenic that day, but he did closely resemble the caricature
of him (torn t-shirt, dirty gym shorts and mud-caked knees) standing at
the Aerotech tent right next to his. Frank was also a bit less than congenial,
mixing and sipping lemonade from a wide plastic container as he gave rather
curt answers to questions. Indeed, First TV had met one of rocketry's
"colorful" figures.
While
conducting our media friends around, I couldn’t help but notice that
there seemed to be a high incidence of “things going awry” with the
launches that were taking place. Saturday was of course one of the most
highly attended days at LDRS, and it seemed as though the large number
of flyers were taxing the ability of the LCO volunteers to keep things
going as smoothly as they would have liked. There were a few take-off
snafus, and some flyers complained of rockets sitting on the pads for
inordinate amounts of time (it's always tough for the hosting
organization at LDRS, since no one can fully predict how many flyers
will be trying to queue up at the same time on the busiest days of the
event). Even more concerning was the larger than usual number of prangs
and free-falling bowling balls, some, surprisingly, from experienced
flyers. One of the most scary of these was the flight of a huge
1/3-scale V2, which struggled on its not-all-lit engine cluster to
leave the pads, immediately arcing over the crowd and crashing,
fortunately in a clear area beyond the spectators.
In candor, the
problems noted left me less than impressed overall with how expert we
all looked on Saturday. With that said, I’ll admit to being highly
sensitive and critical of this – I was really looking with the eyes of
a Board member and the potential danger of less-than-optimal launch
performance. Indeed, the vast majority of flights this day were
successful, and handled properly by the LCO.
The downside to the
TV thing was that it consumed my day. I did manage to witness Dave's impressive
Six Appeal flight, which was a gorgeous thing to behold. Somehow I missed
Leif's second flight of his Fire-Arrow, but I understand this was another
text-book flight. By the time the TV folks packed up and left, it was
mid-afternoon and the winds were just beginning. The Merlin flight would
be scrubbed for the day, as an early quit - the members’ dinner and meeting
was that evening - was in order.
The members’ dinner/meeting
was a memorable occasion, as they frequently can be. As usual, following
food, the Board meets to announce election results and name official positions.
This year, Sonny Thompson had decided not to run for his Board seat again,
so at least one new member would be named.
It turned out that
Derek Deville, a fine rocketeer from Florida, would win a seat. Bruce
Lee and Bill Davidson would, not surprisingly (these are two excellent
Board members, BTW), retain their seats. As far as the official positions,
Bruce Kelly was again elected President, Dick Embry was nominated and
confirmed as Vice-President, Bruce Lee was nominated and confirmed as
Treasurer, and I was nominated and confirmed as Secretary (proving once
again that no other sucker wants the job!).
A highlight of the
meeting was provided by Tom Blazanin, chair of the lifetime membership
committee. Tom had previously submitted to the Board two names for approval
as lifetime members, Korey Kline and Gary Rosenfield. These had been approved,
and Tom presented these awards at the meeting. Korey was most pleased,
and gave a few remarks harkening back to the old days when he was called
up to the podium. It was interesting for me (knowing who was next to be
named) to watch Gary's reaction as Tom gave the lead-in to calling his
name. It was clear to me that Gary had no suspicion it would be him, but
as Tom's remarks more and more "resembled" Gary, you could see his quizzical
reaction as he realized this. When his name was announced, Gary was quite
moved. I could tell he was very touched and somewhat overwhelmed; he was
only able to make a few brief remarks, so genuine were his feelings.
The member Q&A that
followed was interesting, if somewhat uneventful. The exception was when
Frank Kosdon got up to ask a question. After some time of venting his
frustration at Federal regulations, California regulations, red tape,
etc., I (taking the minutes of the meeting) was having some trouble discerning
a question. I am not so sure we ever really arrived at one, but it was
interesting to hear Frank express his views, nonetheless.
The members' raffle
consumed the remainder of the evening for most. The Rose family were not
quite as lucky as last year, but Dave still managed to win a three-casing
54mm motor set (!). Of course, Dave, being the motor junkie he is, already
had these motors, so he arranged with the vendor a swap of the motor set
for a larger 54mm motor he didn't have. I completed my evening with some
last Board matters, which challenged my ability to stay awake. But fear
not, O my Tripoli colleagues, your newly re-named TRA Secretary managed
to record all necessary information before his eyes glazed over!
Sunday
July 22
The last day of LDRS20 was at hand – the last chance to fly any of my
rockets. Fortunately, we were again blessed with great weather, and the
Pittsburgh contingent got away from the hotel early. On the way, we were
treated to a beautiful morning, punctuated by two unexpected hot-air balloon
take-offs. Leif had driven out separately, and we passed him as he took
shots of one of these. The second balloon had a gleaming metallic-finish
envelope, complete with a full-face view of an extraterrestrial, about
20 feet tall. An impressive sight, and one that kept the surreal theme
of this trip going.
We
wasted no time in prepping the Merlin, for the second time this event.
It flew beautifully on the K550, and unlike last year at LDRS19, I could
see the Merlin all the way to its 6,600 ft. apogee. It was apparent that it is tough
to find any more clear skies than those over Lucerne on a bright July
morning. As the Merlin popped its ‘chute at apogee, all seemed well, but
the descent was occurring very
slowly indeed. After Leif and I set off after it, it became apparent that
the main had come out at the same time as the drogue. A long walk later,
we recovered it, in perfect shape, but it was likely the two-shear-pin
main recovery section retention method, despite having worked multiple
times before, had failed me this time. The good thing is that Lucerne,
with ample recovery room, is one of the better places for this kind of
failure to occur. Note for future flights – double up on the shear pins.
There was one rocket
left to deal with – the Exeter. I seriously debated whether I should fly
it, but after talking to Korey Kline – a fellow rack-rocket enthusiast
– and hearing the words of Francis Graham in my head – “Rockets look great
sitting on the shelf, but that’s not what rockets are for” – I decided
to have a go with the Exeter. Since the prep time for this rocket is,
to say the least, extensive, I decided to go up to the RSO table ahead
of time, with Exeter in hand, to explain what it did and see if they would
approve its flight. Happily, the RSO thought the rocket was pretty cool,
and gave it a preliminary green light. So, back to the tent we went, and
started on the intricate preparation process.
 Over
1-1/2 hour later, with much help from Leif, Dave, and Chris, we took the
Exeter out to be RSO’ed in earnest, and out to the launch pad. Shortly
after doing so, I realized that I hadn’t re-checked the timing switches
on the staging timer. So with the approval of the LCO, I de-padded the
Exeter, checked and slightly adjusted the staging times, and re-padded
the rocket. Then the Exeter sat and sat… too long, as it would transpire.
Rick Magee had joined
the LCO. I had given full “heads up” details on my flight card, to describe
what the Exeter did as it staged. As the LCO announced this, Rick could
be heard, slightly off mike, saying, “...it can’t do THAT!” I knew then
we would be having some “discussion.” After some confused off-mike conversation
at the LCO table, the LCO requested my presence to further explain at
the LCO table.
It
turns out that Rick Magee had made a decision, within his right as host
prefect, that unless the stages had some recovery device, he didn’t
care for the G-motors dropping free from the parent rocket. One could
understand his nervousness – Sunday's flight events had seen a similar
degree of raggedness witnessed on Saturday, with a higher number of
miscues and rocket prangs than would make a host official comfortable.
Of course, I felt at the time that Rick’s position was an overreaction
– it seemed disproportionate to be overly concerned over two small
G-motors ejecting onto the barren lake-bed, predictably and a safe
distance from the crowd, when so many aggregious errors had occurred.
So,
approaching the LCO table, one of the LTR officials discussed the
matter with me. Yes, I was quietly ticked off, and despite the obvious
embarrassment of the LTR guy, it was clear the flight was going
nowhere. My main beef was the disconnect between the RSO’s position and
that of the prefect, which had wasted much of our team’s time that
could have been spent otherwise (like socializing with some folks we
hadn’t seen in a year). However, no matter what, the prefect had made a
call in the interests of what he had perceived as safety, and I would
not argue any decision like that. Many years of experience, and having
to make such calls myself as a prefect, argue convincingly that erring
on the side of caution may be best at times. Needless to say, though,
at that time, I found the whole thing to be embarassing, and concluded
that someone must truly think me a real desperado, with such a
“blatantly unsafe” rack rocket!
We
spent our final hour going through the vendor area one last time,
saying our goodbyes to everyone, and packing things up. Leif parted
company with us, heading for his sister’s place. As we left the
lake-bed and started our journey to Las Vegas, I was able to think
objectively about the entire experience. The event had been something
of a blur for me, as busy as I had been. The verdict – LDRS 20 was at
once satisfying and frustrating - and yes, surreal (to remind me that I
was in alien country, we were able to witness a few final dust-devils
on our way out). I was most impressed with how well the Pittsburgh
folks had pulled together as a team, mutually supporting each other’s
flights. Tom, Dave, Chris, and Leif were the best of companions with
whom to share an LDRS. Tom had been in rare form, amusing us with his
stories and amazing us with the deference shown to him by the
participants, many still knowing, remembering, and appreciating his key
formative role in our organization.
Lucerne is a superb
location to fly rockets, and it is not surprising when you see the place
to understand how this was a seminal venue for the growing HP movement
of the early 1980’s. The slogan of LDRS 20 was “high power comes home.”
Well, that’s an arguable point, but no doubt, Lucerne is one of high power’s
early homes. It was the joining of the Lucerne group, the Ohio group,
and the early Tripoli (Pittsburgh) group at the time of the first two
LDRS events (both held in Medina, Ohio) that really jump-started high
power. So I think at least three areas should get their due recognition
for being the homes of high power. But this takes nothing away from Lucerne,
easily the best natural geographic place among those three for getting
very serious about high power.
Ironically, this is
the first LDRS ever held at Lucerne. It shouldn’t be the last. While getting
there (and even more importantly, getting rockets there) is a bit of a
challenge for us in the East, there is no experience quite like launching
rockets in a perfectly flat, wide-open desert. As a current Board member,
I would have liked to have seen the weekend flying go a bit more smoothly,
but running an LDRS is a daunting task, and one that few volunteer to
assume. The errors will be good future object lessons for all of us. And
the magnificence of this twentieth LDRS will never be forgotten.
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