The Great Northwest Air Race and Vacation – Part 2 RACE DAY

Once we had landed and taxied past the hundreds of gliders on the northeast side of the airport, we made our way down the line to find and open spot on the tie-downs next to the other racers. One airplane in particular caught our eyes, Don Otis’s Grumman AA-1A. His little airplane had a lot of similar STCs installed on it and while not as streamlined looking as the Elyminator, it was a lot lighter. So we wondered whether there was actually someone who could beat us. Don is a local from the Seattle area so he hadn’t raced much. Linda and I contemplated that perhaps ours would be the edge we needed to win.

As we scrubbed down the airplane, folks began to gather after having been to the eateries in town. Linda’s Sister Dianne and Bo Willey from Bellingham met us and helped us prepare the airplane for the next day’s festivities. One particular person took notice of our airplane, wandered about asking questions. A pleasant but reserved man whom I thought I had seen someplace before. He eventually departed in his pickup truck and we packed our stuff into Willey’s car and off to the hotel we went.

Race Day

The next morning early, we met Don Otis, one heck of a nice guy, and other racers at the airport. The race brief completed, we climbed into our trusty steeds and headed off along the 150 mile or so race course which spanned much of northeastern Washington’s arid area east of the Cascades. As we sped around the course, we noted the competitor’s call-outs and time differences over each turn and detected that Don was actually gaining on us. He had departed 30 seconds behind us and was working hard to close the gap. Since it’s a cross-country race we normally depart fastest airplane first with 30 second intervals to avoid passing and reduce the risk factor in that area. This isn’t Reno.

Approach a ridge between the second to last and final turn, Don was in our 4 O’Clock position maybe a half a mile behind. The final turn was to the left and he was close to our wingtip then. We had each other insight and were in constant contact. We made the turn much tighter than Don but he was still hanging in there. We crossed the finish line and broke the SARL record for our factory class that we had set two weeks before. That lasted about 15 seconds…

Don crossed the finish line right behind and when he did it, broke our record speed by a mere 7/100ths of a mile-per-hour. Ooooooooh!!!  For someone who has never raced before, he did very well. And a more gracious winner there never was. We had been tickling up against the 160 mph mark for some time. We didn’t quite do it. We clocked in at 159.78 mph. Don’t speed 159.85 mph. (That record would be broken again a month later during the AirVenture Cup 2012 when Linda flew the 495 mile race at an average speed of 172.71 mph (150.08 knots) with Yasmina Platt, AOPA’s Central Southwest Regional Manager. More on that race in a later blog entry)

After the race came the eating and the awards ceremony. With nearly 10 entries in the FAC5 class, our coming in second still earned us some good points, but not as much as if we had been first. Still, we have held the points lead for the league so far. Weather was moving in from over the mountains and we needed to get a move on as we had to cross the Cascades to get to Bellingham to spend the rest of the weekend with Linda’s Sister.

As we were preparing to leave John Smutney asked what Van’s had talked to us about the night before. Huh? Who? “Richard VanGrunsven! That was who you were speaking with at your airplane last night. Didn’t you know?” Well John, no we didn’t. But since his picture was on the cover of Sport Aviation magazine the previous month, that’s probably why I thought the face was familiar.