Sunday 10 Jul 2016
by morris bibens
I was born in 1957. I remember my dad talking about Clyde Parsons,Pappy Dunlap, Jack Sperry, and others. My Dad, Maynard Bibens, and Bud Fountain, had joint ownership of a Stearman before I was born. My mother convinced him to sell his share of the plane to Bud when my older brother was born, and he never flew again. Lucky for Dad, because it seems, all of his flying buddies, except Pappy were killed in accidents while flying. When I was very young, Bud would come over to visit with Dad, and it was very exciting to me to listen to them talk about flying. Bud also did the crop dusting on my Grandfathers property on the corners of bangs and Tully outside Modesto, and even landed one time, after the alfalfa or corn was harvested. I wasn't born yet, but remember them talking about it. I remember seeing a picture of one of his dusters upside down in a field with a pile of fertilizer that had poured out as Bud climbed out and walked away after clipping power lines with his landing gear while crop dusting. The plane did a flip, and landed upside down going backwards I guess. I can`t remember if that was before or after he flew his mustang over the house. He called my dad and told him to bring the kids out to watch. We all went outside to watch him go right over the house, wide open, a couple hundred feet off the ground. That is one thing I will certainly never forget. We would go watch him fly the red and white stearman with his wing walker lady at the airshows in Modesto and Merced. In the early sixties I remember a guy never coming out of a spiral decent, and crashing nose first, in a small biplane, maybe a citabria at the Merced air show. Dad said it broke the pilot`s back, but he survived. It seemed to happen in slow motion. I was in high school when Bud was killed in his Bearcat. I heard He had put in an airliner engine or something, and wanted a fire suppression system, but the system was too expensive for either him or his backers. It was a hydraulic fluid fire. It was very depressing when I heard about his death, but he knew the risk, and died doing what he loved. My dad and his friends were my heroes. Dad always frowned on my wanting to take up flying. I knew Bud went through a divorce, I think it was in the late sixties. Did Bud have any children?
Thursday 30 Jun 2016
by Andrew Gosser
Pretty sure Dad delivered all of them to bolivia ,Major David k Gosser usaf ( mabe capt back then )
Wednesday 29 Jun 2016
by Steve Gress
I moved to Fort Collins around 1980 or 1981. I new Max's plane was out at the Fort Collins/Loveland airport. I looked him up in the local phone book and asked if I could go and walk around his plane. He was very nice and said that was fine, just don't get on or in the plane. At that time Stump Jumper was parked next to Boomer, and there was a P-40E that I can't remember the N number, but no shark teeth and a drop tank. Later at the same airport the soon to be Aluminum Overcast was parked.
At the downtown airpark, at various times, were a couple of different P-51's, N167F being one of them. That was parked out back of Daryl Skurich's Vintage Aircraft. Now the downtown airpark is gone and you can't even get close to the tarmac at the Fort Collins/Loveland airport. But they were great memories!
Sunday 19 Jun 2016
by Gary Larrison
I WORKED AT AEROSPORT AVIATION , CHINO CIRCA 1975-76
I STRIPPED WIRING OFF
THIS PLANE . SEPISTEIN WAS THE MECHANIC. HINTON AND THE MALONEY,S ALL CAME DOWN TO TAKE CARE OF BIZ. I STILL HAVE A PHOTO OF HER. IS SHE REALLY THE GHOST? AMAZING COINCIDENCE.
Thursday 19 May 2016
by Judy Jasperson
Sierra Sue II flies again! The restoration was completed in 2015 by AirCorps Aviation in Bemidji, MN. She received the Reserve Grand Champion award at the 2015 AirVenture in Oshkosh. SSII is back at Flying Cloud Airport in Eden Prairie, MN and is the centerpiece of the Wings of the North Air Museum.
Friday 13 May 2016
by bob bidinost
I was a good friend of Don Plumb, and wondered what ever happened to his many warbirds, that his wife sold after his unfortunate death in one of his p-51 mustangs. I know that Rudy Frasca bought his p-40 from Dons wife for $126,000 after his unfortunate death in 1975, trying to fly over a thunderstorm, presumably without oxygen. Any help to locate his planes, and maybe his British full time mechanic would be greatly appreciated. l personally, am a 72 year old private pilot with 800+ hours and have 23 type ratings. Thanks in advance for ANY INFORMATION !!! BOB BIDINOST 250-427-5899 Kimberly, British Columbia, Canada. firstname.lastname@example.org
Wednesday 11 May 2016
by D H Sparkman
I believe the owner was a Mr. Truman F. Gill who owned the Coca Cola Bottling Company in Beeville, TX.
It was parked on a ramp directly behind my Dad's Construction Office on NAS Chase Field. When the base was reactivated, the Navy allowed the a/c to continue to operate there as the local one-dirt-strip airport wasn't long enough.
Thursday 24 Mar 2016
by Ben Gay III
Thank you for your input.
Sorry for your experience, but based on the comments you made, you came after the "good days" and during the "Roland Nocera era," which was the reason(s) I left about 3 years before the end.
As you'll see from almost all of the comments before yours, there was a better time. Much better. Sorry you missed it!
Not knowing you and not wanting to get into a "tit for tat," let me just state that, if WPP went to South America after the crash, he went without his teeth, his major bones, and any money.
All the best!
Ben Gay III
Construction number: 124-48279
Saturday 13 Feb 2016
by Sylvia Dee
Blast from the past! I spent 2 years of my 45 years in Corporate America at Holiday Magic. I spent a day on the Principia and I also spent a day up to the "ranch."
The whole organization (or lack of)was absolutely bizzare, run by a bunch of frat boys with not a business degree among them. But they had a Phd in pyramid schemes. I saw Roy Clemans wrote in. Remember the Retail Blitz Contest that Kay White dreamed up? Sell $1,000 worth of product and win a big, new 1973 color TV. Well, the distributors had learned well. They sold the same $1,000 worth of product to another distributor and another distributor, etc. We had more winners than bunnies in the rabbit hutch. White rescinded the contest. No payoff.
The Excalibur was orange, very flashy with no substance underneath, a metaphor for the whole business.
I remember when Bingham at an airshow in Sacramento flew one of Bill's antique planes into the Farrell's Ice Cream Shop on a Saturday afternoon killing 22 adults and children. Nocera herded us into the warehouse Monday morning to brief us with his spin.
The hand writing was on the wall. The SEC was moving in. A bunch of us had dinner together to contemplate our futures when the company would no doubt fold. Cliff said the only way Bill could get out of this mess was to fake his death and go to South America. A week later, WPP's famous accident.
A couple weeks after that Cliff was called at home Saturday morning by a flunky to go immediately to Gnoss Field where a plane was waiting to take him to the ranch. He complied and was taken to Nocera in the Hacienda and it was suggested in true Joisey Boy style that Cliff refrain from voicing his theory since he had such a lovely wife and young sons.
A couple of days later, Cliff went to the safe in now deceased WPP's office to retrieve documents for the Feds and the Legal Department and found two flawless diamonds. He pocketed the diamonds and had a ring made for himself and one made for his lovely wife.
And they're making a movie? Maybe they could use some scenes from "Wolf of Wall Street" to save money.