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The Longest First Solo

March 28, 1991

Very Long First Solo

This has to be a record. I stepped out of the plane and said “do at least three patterns, then taxi back here and pick me up.” 26 laps later I needed a place to sit down and my Sporty’s Hand Held Radio battery was dying.

Jim Roberson today. He really doesn’t look all that different. He never did get his license but we are talking about starting it up again.

My Student Jim

Jim was a car dealer and not like most, he had his own ideas and own rules. He was a quick study and a pretty good pilot, as a result he soloed pretty early on in his training, after only 11 lessons. Most of my students took 15 to 20 lessons to get there.

Jim and I were flying N75885 that day. It seems so many of my adventures were in that plane …

“I want to solo today,” he told me, “I’m ready.”

“OK. Take me three times around the pattern without me touching the controls or the radio and I will get out.”

He did it. I said nothing, touched nothing and all three landings were excellent. He taxied me down to the run up area of runway 7. I informed Ground that I was going to solo a student, getting out with my handheld and got out of the plane. “Do at least three patterns and then come back and get me.” “At least three? Can I do more?” I should have reconsidered what I said then: “Do as many as you want.”

I Got Tired

Aerial view of the old tower on top of the original KORL terminal building

After 15 or so Ground sent Harry out in the 419 vehicle (it was a Chevy S-10 Blazer, but it’s call sign was “Exec 419”) and picked me up. He brought me to the tower. I sat in the tower and talked to the controllers for a while. “How long is this guy going to go?”

“I don’t know” I said, “This is his first solo.”

“Wow that’s a new record. Nobody’s gone more than 5 or 6 or so.”

He’s Having Fun

I asked permission to talk to him. They gave me a headset. “Hey 885, how many more are you going to do?”

“I’m having fun!” he said, “Can I do a few more?”

“Sure, why not.” Traffic was pretty light that day.

After what I counted to be 26 laps around the pattern he finally asked for a full stop. Ground instructed him to taxi to the base of the tower to pick up his instructor.

I was so tired I forgot to “clip his wings” (The ceremony where you but the tail out of a t-shirt and write on it.) We did it next time.

That had to be a record. When I asked him about it, he said, “I could have kept going!”

He’d probably still be out there today …