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Suspended by your toe straps, a thousand feet above the earth and watching the horizon silently slip beneath you while at the top of an inverted loop is about as magical as the world can be….moon ponies not withstanding.

Lying on the javelin holds its own special secret. If you turn your head slightly away from the fuselage, you lose all reference to the aircraft. At just the right angle, it completely disappears. Wing walkers are among the privileged few who know exactly what it’s like to be Superman in flight.

The complete and abandoned control that you allow another human being to exert over your personal safety and well being can not be accurately quantified or qualified. To willingly and freely relinquish this mantle of responsibility to another is to renew one’s faith in humanity on an ongoing basis. Trusting another on this level is beyond liberating.

The crushing call of gravity, inexorably calls you back to earth. It starts in your knees, climbs up your legs and tries to weigh you down in multiplying increments. You can feel the aircraft labouring beneath you through the soles of your shoes. The call is denied with the simple and judicious application of more horsepower. It almost feels like cheating. It is cheating and I, as a wingwalker, am fortunate enough to be getting away with way more fun that any one person deserves.

No matter how many times I revisit this question, I am always left feeling that my answer is completely inadequate. What I can not seem to effectively express is how the simple act of clinging to an aircraft in flight can makes my soul sign in a way that would surely shame the seraphim.

Wing walking may well appear to be an act of sheer lunacy. I can assure you that it is so much more. Wing walking is not something to be survived but rather, it is something that I entirely depend upon to preserve my own sanity and ultimately, to achieve some small measure of happiness in a world that I don’t entirely espouse.

No matter how many times I’ve been asked the question, I have yet to find the answer that is inclusive of all aspects of what is truly at hand. The factual answer must encompass, the physical, the emotional and the intellectual stimuli encountered in order to be comprehensive and accurate .It’s all a bit beyond my means.

What I do know is this: There exists only one true freedom, the freedom to exercise ones option of responsibility…responsibility for self and for others. To be a wingwalker is to accept this responsibility and once you have accepted the responsibility of upholding the trust that others have place in you, there is simply no denying it and no turning back. I am a wingwalker because somewhere between throttle-up and landing, I am given the responsibility of ultimate freedom. How could anyone refuse such a thing?

Throttle it up, Baby!

photo by Dave Cheeseman

Royal Rapsody

So there I was, alone in the hangar, after a hard earned show, putting sweet Rhapsody to bed for the night. As per my usual custom, I picked up a rag and started wiping down my noble mount, cleansing her of accumulated smoke oil, bugs and everyday, garden variety dirt. The cleaning of one’s aircraft is essential. It allows for detailed inspection as well as preventative maintenance. It has also become somewhat of a ritual for me as it allows me to clear my mind, refocus and enables me to reconnect with my craft which in essence is my working platform. This particular evening, affairs had run a little late so I was alone with Rhapsody as all save the foolhardy had long deserted the humid and wretchedly hot airfield. I was thankful beyond description for the quiet solitude after such a demanding day and had every intention of getting that airplane clean and then getting into a cold shower for relief. As my hands started to move across the aircraft I was swept away by her lines, amazed by her soft contours and I was once again wholly entranced by her simplistic beauty. Before long, I was whispering sweet nothings to her as only the truly deranged could understand. I was caught in her magical spell, caressing her smooth skin, telling her how beautiful she was and giving her cowl a little peck of a kiss when the corner of my eye caught a furtive movement in the shadows forming on the back wall.

“So how long have you been there?” I asked. The response came echoing back “Oh, just a while…I forgot something.” A tall, rugged man, in his mid fifties, detached himself from the shadows. He was obviously attached to the air show as he was wearing the trademark coating of dust and sweat which was indicative of a day spent on the field. “And how much of this did you hear?” “Well, all of it, I guess.” Needless to say, I had been caught in a most embarrassing situation. I could already imagine the gossip about my mental stability, running rampant across the airfield the following day. Not sure how to extricate myself from this humiliating position and trying to stammer out a semi reasonable explanation for my behavior saw my shadowed voyeur break out in a hearty laugh. He bid me not to worry about it as it was common behavior where he came from. Feeling very relieved by his acceptance of my freakishly bizarre behavior, I asked him how long he had intended to let me go on romancing my aircraft before making his presence known. “Well, truth be told, you don’t happen across girl on girl action like that too often. I though if I waited it out, I might get lucky.” He did get lucky. I handed him a rag and put him to work on the belly! Probably not what he had in mind but he was a good sport about it regardless. I now freely kiss on my airplane whenever the mood strikes me with little regard for how it might be perceived by others. I’m just a gal in love with her plane…no excuses and no apologies!

Photo by Jim Rogers

Logically, I do realize that the aircraft is a simple construct of spruce and fabric with an over priced power plant sitting at its front. I understand that it can be replaced, repaired and that it can even be considered an expendable loss should the worst take place. I know these things to be the hard economic truths of my environment. How I would feel about her loss is another matter entirely.

My aircraft allows me the ability to be that which I am. She is my working platform. She is the end accomplishment of my goals. She is the means to accomplish more. She is the link between me and my pilots. She is the medium of my art form. Without her, I would still be me but a wingwalker without a mount is a very sorry sight indeed. I have invested her with a personality and attributed her human qualities more in jest than anything else. The true worth of my aircraft can be found in the wealth of memories that she has supplied. I look at her cockpit and easily see all the pilots that I’ve learned to trust. I remember that blast of air that caught me unaware during my very first wingwalk. I see my mechanics, huddled around her engine, holding conference about performance levels. I see air show patrons looking upon her with awe and reverence, seeing the same beauty as I even though she’s worn and dirty. I see the hands and faces of those who have helped me be a wingwalker. I see my father being proud of me. I see children smiling with glee at her shinny red coat. I see my peers looking out for me and mentoring me. I see the teachers I have courted and the students who courted me. I see the successes she has helped me achieve. I see the smiles that her antics have created. I see glimpses of my former husband and wonder if he would find her as lovely as I do. I see all that has passed before me and all that is to come. Yes. It is just an airplane but she’s my airplane and I’ll be damned if there’s another like her anywhere!
Carol Pilon

Carol Pilon leads a double life. “One day, I’m a rock star and everybody wants my autograph – and the next day, I’m getting xxxed at because I don’t have canned soup on sale.”

Pilon is a produce manager at Alimentation Pilon, a family-run store in Wakefield, Que., 30 kilometres north of Ottawa. When she isn’t resolving disputes over the price of the canned soup, she is working on her second career: performing acrobatics on the wing of an airplane in flight. The stunt is commonly called wingwalking.

Pilon, 43, is the owner of Third Strike Wingwalking and its sole wingwalker. She said she always had an interest in aviation, but wasn’t sure where it would take her. One night, after working at the family store, Pilon came home, got into bed and turned the televison on. Seconds after, she saw a short clip of a wingwalker.

“I just stood right back up and said ‘what is that shxx?’”

She later called the local air show and got a list of wingwalking teams. “I just started calling them, harassing them and stalking them,” said Pilon with a nervous laugh.

She went to countless air show conferences to meet wingwalkers, hoping to prove that she, too, belonged on an airplane wing. At one of these conferences she met Margaret Stivers of California-based Silver Wingwalking.

Stivers didn’t have a job to offer Pilon, but nonetheless agreed to give Pilon her first wingwalking experience. “It took me seven years from the time I first found out about wingwalking to the day when I actually got out on an airplane wing.”

In 2000, Stivers got Pilon on the wings of a Boeing Stearman biplane.  “The airplane she took me wingwalking on is the airplane I own today,” Pilon says with pride.

Armed with photographs of her first wingwalk, Pilon approached stunt pilot Jimmy Franklin for a job. “Jimmy Franklin, at that point in time, was probably one of the best performers on the circuit,” said Pilon. “In two weeks, he probably taught me more than most wingwalkers learn in a lifetime.”

The pair soon married, but divorced shortly after. Without a pilot or a plane, Pilon was back to Square 1. Her determination, however, was unwavering.

“I was still a wingwalker. So I did something that nobody before me had done. As a wingwalker, I went out and bought an airplane, established a team and trained a roster of pilots to fly for me.”

It wasn’t the first time Pilon broke new ground. She claims to be Canada’s only wingwalker and she flies as part of an all-female crew. In the last year, she has performed in Summerside, P.E.I.; Selfridge, Mich. and Dayton, Ohio, among others.

Pilon is presently preparing to bring her airplane to Oklahoma for its annual inspection. Because her airplane is a U.S entity, the annual inspection must be performed by an airframe mechanic certified by the U.S. national aviation authority. Like most mechanical inspections, the final cost can be unpredictable. If there is a problem with the propeller or the engine, it cost could cost her more than $10,000 in repairs.

Pilon is constantly researching possible venues for her show and seeking sponsors. Among the clutter on her dining room table is a stack of proposals ready to hit the mail. Unfortunately, she has yet to secure a sponsor.

But this doesn’t discourage her. Despite the many challenges she faces, Pilon says there is no Plan B.

“I don’t care if I starve. This is the pony I’ve decided to ride and I’m going to drive it across the xxx desert until it’s xxx dead – and then I’m going to drag it a couple of hundred feet for good measure.”

Excerpt from Flights of Adventure

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By Carol Pilon- Third Strike Wingwalking

There he stood, a tall drink of water if ever there was one, a hand in his front pocket, a cowboy boot exploring the hard pan of the sun baked desert floor and a faint smile playing with the corners of his mouth, unsure of itself and its place in time. His gangly limbs and shy demeanor lent him the air of an insecure adolescent. Only the scuffed cowboy boots and gaudy turquoise adornments spoke for the authenticity of a native, desert son. I had come looking for the best. My first impression of the man had left me doubting that I had. How could this unassuming individual, too meek for erect posture, be the best barnstormer on the continent? There must have been some mistake.

I had sought him out. I had asked the right questions. I had asked the right people. Time and again, his name was the one that I heard. If he was the best, then he was the one that I wanted to learn from. After a year or so of inquiry and several pleading phone calls, he had consented to meet with me. I jumped on a plane bound for Arizona, where he was to be working, looking forward to meeting the best. Now he stood before me, making a complete lie of the preconceived, debonair image I had so painstakingly created for him. For better or worse, I was there and decided to make the most of the visit and learn what I could. The day was passed in awkward conversation, meaningless trivialities and in closing, an invitation to see him fly at a later date, in another place. We held palaver but I had yet to see him fly.

I had slept on the hangar floor the night before the air show. I was at the appointed place on the appointed time, some 100 miles outside of Wichita KS. There were no hotel rooms available anywhere and I was limited to a taxi for transportation as I was too young to rent a car in the great state of Kansas. The lack of traveler amenities did not concern me in slightest nor did they dampen my spirits. I was invited to see the best and I had come to see the best. I was there but the flying legend was nowhere to be found and all of my messages went unanswered. Eventually, he appeared. Somewhat to my dismay, he acted as though he had no idea what I was doing there. Just what our fledgling relationship needed; more awkwardness! At this point, my opinion of him was growing quite dim. I can only imagine that he was more than likely hurriedly implementing anti-stalker counter attack measures.

Show time was at hand. Being both shunned and snubbed by barnstormer and company, I had put my time to good use by begging a flight back to Wichita with some war birds. I had also divested myself of the camping equipment I had purchased the night before. A sleeping bag, a portable Bar-B-Q and a cooler had all found new homes. There was nothing left to do but wait until the show was over so I could leave. Good riddance to a wasted trip. I found a nice patch of grass, removed from the air show staff who I suspect were beginning to think me a penniless vagrant and resigned myself for the duration.

My neck snapped to show left as I heard the take-off roll. The sound instantly evoked visions of grand barnstormers of eras past. And there he was, rolling on take-off a mere three hundred feet in front of me with a wingspan of altitude to his name and a streak of smoke chasing him down the field. The next fifteen minutes held me spellbound. My eyes never left the aircraft and the whole time, I wanted to be up there with him. From Cuban, through Lomecevack, from hammer head to knife edge, from barrel roll through the flat inverted with the engine knocking out and flames shooting from the stack, I wanted to be up there with him. God, how I want to be up there with him! Finally, I had met the man that I had been seeking. I had met the best barnstormer that my era was likely to produce and he blew me away. This man was to become the beginning of my life as a wingwalker. He, among all others, left the most indelible impression on my life.

That day, the man became my hero and he flew. Later, he became my friend and he flew. I doggedly pestered him every other month for his mentorship. After seven years went by and I presented him with proof that I could be a worthy student, courtesy of a trial wingwalk from Silver Wings Wingwalking, he became my mentor and we flew. He became my lover and we flew. He became my husband and on our wedding day, we flew. A short eighteen months later, he became my ex-husband and we flew without each other, leaving me to wonder if he felt the same empty space in his wake that I felt in mine. He died and I fly on. His name was Jimmy Franklin and there will never be another like him. Despite our trying, blissful, difficult, passionate and downright ornery relationship, he bequeathed me the greatest gift to which one such as I could aspire. He had made me a wingwalker. He had in fact, made me a solid one. I fly because of him, I fly in spite of him and always, I fly in honor of him.

Assembly of a Stearman:

By Scott Snortenland for World Airshow ,2010

Wingwalking can be traced all the way back to the early 1900’s, WWI and the good old days of barnstorming. Despite its existence for some time, just hearing the word wingwalking today still raises eyebrows and witnessing it nearly a century later continues to raise the hair on the back of people’s necks. Captivating and exciting for an article you may think so when I was asked by our editor Jim to cover a story on Carol Pilon of Third Strike Wingwalking I assumed I would focus on just that, I was wrong. What can be more interesting than walking on the wing of a flying airplane performing loops and barrel rolls you may ask? Well aside from her show, Carol brings something else just as intriguing to the aviation and airshow community with her unique method of transportation. Carol is not a pilot and does not fly, so when she informed me that she transports her Stearman to each show herself, I became confused. I impulsively thought at first, how can one perform in an airshow if they do not fly? I answered my own question with a one word answer, motivation. Despite traditional means, Carol’s love of aviation and wingwalking motivated her in 2004 to establish Third Strike. In an effort to do so, Carol became a leading performer on the circuit who chose to ground haul her aircraft rather than flying it to and from show sites. Hard work indeed, yet she will continue to do so in her seventh year in a row for the 2010 season.

Intro:

Carol began wingwalking in 2000 with the late Jimmy Franklin performing in the mystery ship, Waco and the infamous Jet Waco. After parting ways in 2003, Carol remained passionate about her desire to continue wingwalking but no longer wanted to be dependant on another’s business to insure her employment. Without a plane or even a pilot’s license this notion presented Carol with some pretty big obstacles to overcome in order to achieve her goal. “At the beginning of my forming Third Strike, it was with the full understanding that I was not a pilot, could not afford a full time ferry pilot and truthfully, I had no desire to fly an aircraft anywhere safely”, states Carol. “Not being dependant on another did not however preclude me from being dependant on both a plane and a skilled pilot”. While the rather typical team would have one dedicated pilot, Carol’s finances did not allow this. Instead she formed her team with several pilots to fly her act at the show and put together a roster of four highly skilled and accredited performers. This team includes Marcus Paine, Melissa Pemberton, Bill Gordon, James Leavelle and Kirk Wicker. All associated with other teams and performances, they would come to provide Carol with greater flexibility and her ability to perform throughout different parts of North America.

Now that Carol had someone to fly a plane for her show, she was still at a loss without her own plane. This problem was solved when she purchased a 1940 Boeing Super Stearman accompanied with a trailer. The trailer, specifically designed for her Stearman know as Royal Rhapsody, would allow Carol to transport the aircraft to and from airshows via truck.This Stearman/trailer combination worked perfectly and in 2004 Third Strike Wingwalking hit both the road and the air on the airshow circuit.

The Ground Haul and Preparation for Assembly:
When I first heard of Carol’s unique transportation method of ground hauling her aircraft I could not get the image of a big red biplane being towed on a trailer up and down interstate 95 out of my head. It seemed comical and something right out of a Leslie Neilson movie, with Carol measuring the width of her plane and then the tunnel before driving through. Using better judgment I quickly realized that with a wingspan of 33 feet there had to be a more logical, though less funny method. Carol’s trailer is enclosed, similar to that of a horse trailer but still how can a Stearman fit inside? The answer; in many separate pieces!

Ground hauling requires Carol to transport the aircraft disassembled in order to fit in the trailer. This in turn requires it be put together before a show only to be taken apart again right after, destination, next show site.

The assembly is time consuming and somewhat daunting despite custom assembly gear and a well orchestrated assembly routine implemented to reduce wear and tear on both the aircraft and assembler. The assembly will take anywhere between six to eight hours with each show appointing Carol with her designated assembly crew. The crew can vary from airport mechanics to untrained civilian volunteers. Though the record of assembly stands at four hours and forty five minutes, this was with a crew of three Stearman restorers. The majority of the assembly crews are compromised of civilians, pushing the completion towards the normal six to eight hour mark. “I probably get about 70% volunteers with little to no knowledge of aircraft and the other 30% with some or more than I ever will”, reports Carol. “With this great variation I have the manpower; however it is useless without effective management”. So I presented the question, how does a 107 pound woman put together a 2600 pound airplane? Carol responded, “One step at a time”.

The Assembly process:

Due to the high time and work demand of the assembly Carol looks to arrive at the show site on the Tuesday before the weekend of the show, much earlier than other performers.
Upon arrival the first step in the assembly is unloading the trailer. Though this may sound as simple and mundane as unpacking your suitcase after vacation, it is really the first of several systematic processes and takes about an hour to complete with the help of the crew. “Everything has its appointed space and just like the actual assembly, the unloading is done in a sequenced order as well”, states Carol. “Before you put together a puzzle you should have all the pieces face up and grouped together by color to make it easier on yourself, this is really no different”.

With the trailer unloaded and everything in its proper place, the next step is to brief all involved on how the assembly rig works. Though somewhat old school, Carol continues to stick with a manual aluminum rig that was built specifically for Rhapsody. The absence of electronic, pneumatic or hydraulic controls on the rig can be physically challenging at times but Carol sees this as easier in the long run. “It would be unconscionable should a hydraulic leak or dead battery prevent the assembly and jeopardize my ability to perform at an event” remarks Carol. “It’s a happy medium that I continue to use that has not failed me thus far”.

Once everyone is familiar with the assembly rig, the physical labor begins to pick up. Starting on one side of the fuselage first, Carol and crew begin to attach the lower wing followed by the top wing. Once the lower wing is in position, Carol gets her crew to jog the wing tip in an effort to line up the fittings. “Sometimes, it slips right in and we continue on, unfortunately most of the time it doesn’t”, says Carol. Rumor has it that it is around this time when Carol’s sailor vocabulary makes an appearance but only for a little. Once the fittings are in place two bolts are tightened and secure the bottom wing to the fuselage. With no torque values used “tight” is the desired goal. Carol discovered early on that her tight is not always equivalent to that of her crew. As a precaution to prevent possible damage, her IA welded a spacer between the fittings to insure they do not bend if tightened with too much force. With the hardware in place and secure, landing wires are attached and the rig is removed to pick up and put on the top wing.

For the upper wing Carol crawls up onto the top center section and positions another crew member on a ladder at the tip on the wing to again line up the fittings. “Top wings are rarely contradictory in finding their proper place and once again two bolts do the trick, states Carol. “I then crawl down and install the two rear N-struts”. With the rig still supporting the weight of the upper wing, the wings need to be spread apart in order for the N-struts to clear their respective fittings. To accomplish this Carol assigns one crew member on the tip of both the top and bottom wings. On her cue the crew simultaneously pushes and pulls the wings respectively to spread them apart enough for Carol to clear the N-strut of its fitting. A slow release from both crew members allows the wings to return with the hardware now in place. With the back two N-struts in place, the assembly rig is then removed and the front strut is put in place. Carol and team next follow this same procedure for both wings on the opposite side of the fuselage. After approximately two and a half hours Royal Rhapsody has four wings, end struts and begins to resemble the looks of a Stearman.

There’s no chance of a successful takeoff without a tail as the next step focuses on the assembly of the empennage. Due to trailer space, the vertical fin is already attached to the fuselage for transport and must first be removed in order to install the horizontal stabilizer. This is not a difficult process, and the backtracking of work has far more positives with the transportation. The removal of two bolts frees the fin and the horizontal stab is then placed on its fittings. “Though quite big, the horizontal stabilizer is relatively light”, reports Carol. “I suspect it weighs less than seventy pounds and is no more than a two person job to move it easily”. Once one bolt is in place, the crew can let go, however four bolts are needed to safely secure it to the rear fuselage. “Three of these bolts will go into their fitting easily but the fourth is always a trial as tolerances become more constrained with the empennage”, states Carol. “We have been at this now for several hours and frustration levels can rise. To address this issue I’ve had a custom punch made to help, but on a hot day with expanded hardware it can still present as a challenge. From experience I carry plenty of extra hardware for the tail as bolts can sometimes become damaged during this part of the assembly. On a good day when I am exercising forethought, I stick the hardware in the cooler with ice as I have found that this helps considerably”.

Once the stabilizer is secured, the crew next reinstalls the vertical fin and voila. We now have a Stearman but it’s not airworthy just yet as the next step is focused on tightening of all hardware. Carol dispatches the crew with appropriate tools and specific assignments on who will be responsible for tightening what. With a crew of three she assigns them to wing root bolts, N-strut hardware and tail hardware. While the crew begins to turn away, Carol installs the flying wires. During transport the wires remain attached at the fuselage, folded back and tie wrapped to tubing in the back of the cockpit. Although installing them is not a very difficult task, it is one that Carol insists on doing herself. “At the beginning of the assembly, I make sure that everyone understands this to a fault”, says Carol. “No one is to touch the wires! The reason for this is simple; they are fragile and vulnerable to injury. Damaged terminal threads could easily go unnoticed to an untrained eye, therefore I feel most comfortable working on them myself”.

Since the teams beginning, Carol has rigged the wires simply by feel. “There is tight, too tight, not tight enough and just right”, says Carol. “Tightening one side affects the other so I work the wires on each side back and forth searching for that balance”. Around the time Carol finds, “just right” on the wires, the crew is finishing up their respective jobs. At this point the crews work is officially complete and they are free to go. Carol finds that the majority hang around to the finish, as it has now become more meaningful work than just simply a job. Like the wires, the rest of the assembly is done by Carol herself. She focuses on hardware connecting the control column to the push pull tubes as well as to the elevator. She herself installs and rigs tail wires, rudder horn cables, javelins and the pilot/static system.

Almost done and ready to fly, Rhapsody is still a few steps short of completion. Keeping in mind that her main role at the show is that of a wingwalker and not flight mechanic, Carol lastly installs her wingwalking rack. Though requiring only two bolts and four rigging wires, it is a task once again Carol feels most comfortable doing herself and for good reason as this will help keep her on the wing during her fifteen minute performance.

With the rack now in place, Carol retrieves her inspection sheet and goes over it, visually inspecting every article on it. Both her work as well as the work of the crew is checked first by her and then all over again in the same manor by another person. The pilot is the last to inspect the assembly process and aircraft for a third time. Once everyone is satisfied, inspection panels are put on and the team is set to fly.

The Show and Breakdown:

As if driving and the assembly process aren’t daunting enough, Carol’s presence at the show is to perform in the air not on the ground. Her early arrival allows her to be fully ready to fly as early as Thursday. After practice and media days prior to the actual show days, Sunday evening quickly roles around. For most performers this means an early show departure home or dinner and drinks before returning to the hotel for a good nights sleep. For Carol this means the above process all over again in reverse order. “Once the Sunday show is over and the autographs signed, I head back to the hangar and start loosening hardware for the next morning”, states Carol. “This takes about three hours but saves a tremendous amount of time the following day during the actual breakdown. If we start the tear down at nine in the morning on Monday, I can be on the road by one in the afternoon, headed wherever the circuit leads me”.

Why Fly When You Can Drive?

Carols system is comparatively unorthodox in today’s industry but she wouldn’t have it any other way. With even the perfect plan presenting pros and cons, the two major drawbacks of Carols ground hauling is simply that of both the time and work involved. Since 2004 these drawbacks have been a small price to pay and clearly outweighed when considering the benefits. Carol chooses to focus on these benefits as there are many.

For starters, instead of having to worry about weather and VFR, Carol’s commute, similar to that of the general population, is concerned with traffic, maps and roads supporting commercial vehicles; working to her advantage in more ways than one. “I have found myself at shows were I am the only performer ready to fly as my colleagues sat trapped in weather at alternate airfields”, states Carol. “Even with perfect weather my truck still proves faster than my Stearman in any marginal head wind. I am never forced to make decisions about weather during a cross country flight, and can drive through various conditions without concerns about low ceilings, wing icing, dehydration or freezing to death. It keeps me from sleeping at random airfields and food on the road proves healthier than the vending machines at the FBO”.

Carol’s early arrival to show sites has also generated an opportunity for advanced press. There has been nearly just as many photos printed of the assembly as there have been of her actually wingwalking. “Another major positive of the ground haul and assembly is that the aircraft undergoes more inspections by more people at each event than the norm,” reports Carol. This has proven to be a major advantage that really helps with preventative maintenance down the road.

Driving to and performing approximately ten shows a year puts only about fifteen hours on my airframe and engine. Perhaps the biggest benefit of ground hauling however is the simple humanity of it. I can live like a person, bring tools, spare parts, extra oil, water and yes all the shoes that I want”.

Since the teams start Carol has never had to turn down an event because of distance, weather or aircraft maintenance issues And her longest drive you ask? Well that was in 2008 and again in 2010 with a 4000 mile, 76 hour drive from Ottawa to Elmendorf AFB in Anchorage Alaska, one way! If you’re not a numbers person look it up on MapQuest, it is quit impressive.

The Bigger Picture:

As an aviation lover attending an airshow, how many times will you get the chance to put together a Stearman? Carol’s past six years of ground hauling has extended the airshow to the ground providing hundreds of civilians with a once in a lifetime opportunity, one that they are not likely soon to forget. While etching a memorable experience in the mind of those fortunate to take part, Carol’s story provides a much larger life lesson for all.

With change and adaptation two of the most primitive human characteristics, they are still perceived by many as quite difficult and troublesome even in the modern year of 2010. Producing a multitude of feelings and anxiety, change has the capacity for new and great opportunity or merely stagnation.

With the termination of her act in 2003 Carol’s desire and determination pushed her to move on working towards her goal of forming her own act. Without a plane, pilot’s license or even the wish to fly, seeking work as an airshow performer would naturally be perceived as an unrealistic goal by many. Her use of unconventional means to achieve her goal in forming Third Strike serves as a motivator to all. Though some may argue there is a better way or easier way, her love of wingwalking drove Carol to make it happen any way. Because of this her ground hauling and assembly method truly is the perfect way and reminds us that you don’t need to rely on traditional means to obtain your dream.

For more information, photos and scheduling please visit Carol’s website at http://www.thirdstrike.ca

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