| Andy Keech |
| 2004 WPSA Recipient |
| Oklahoma City -- As far back as he can remember, Andy has been interested in aircraft. By the age of seven, he was building balsa, rubber band propelled model aircraft and reading all the books a young person could find on flying. When he was eight, he had his first flight in a barnstorming itinerant aircraft, and from then on he had a passionate interest in aviation. He clipped articles and pictures from newspapers and magazines to be pasted into scrap books, and he was able to recognize any aircraft that existed at that time. At seventeen, he earned his first full-time employment check, part of which was invested in his first flying lesson. He soloed later that year, but unfortunately moved to a town that had no flying club. However, that did not hold him back. He segued into sport parachuting at 19, and developed a passion for the sport which lasted for the next 20 years. During that time he became one of Australia’s pioneer skydivers. He was, with his jump partner, the first Australian to successfully make contact in free fall (relative work). He became a senior as well as chief instructor, national champion parachutist and held the first two expert parachutist licences issued to an Australian (E1 and F1). He competed at a world competition in Germany and was the top scorer on his team. Andy came to the US around this time and continued skydiving, but also resumed flying lessons. He became one of the world’s top free fall photographers, and produced three books on skydiving. He had assignments with Sports Illustrated, TIME magazine, the London Times and other publications, which took him to Africa, Europe and the Pacific as well as all over the United States. Andy built and jumped his own parachute, and was the first freef all photographer to transition on to the moder, high performance ram air parachutes. He was one of the small handful of skydivers to dive off El Capitan in the Yosemite Valley. His El Cap number is 83 (83rd person to freefall down that cliff face). |
| Andy organized the visit to, and jumped in China as still a photographer on the US Skydiving team in 1980. His work hung in the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum in Washington DC, and he was honored with the Master of Sport award by the Australian Parachute Association in recognition of his international achievements. While accomplishing the above, he also earned the following certificates and ratings: senior parachute rigger, commercial, single engine, multi-engine, instrument, rotocraft, helicopter and gyroplane. With the help of several friends, he built and flew an ultra-light, and repaired a wrecked light aircraft which became his private plane. He also few jump aircraft, gliders, tow planes, helicopters and autogyros. However, it was the world of autogyros that began to fascinate him and eventually Andy decided to build a new design gyroplane (Little Wing Autogyro). He worked with Ron Herron, an airframe and power plant mechanic, instructor, designer to build a light, high-performance, safe aircraft, which he called ‘Woodstock’. The collaboration took five-years. In October 2003, Andy flew Woodstock across the U.S. and back, resetting three trans-continental speed records. Then, in February 2004 he set a new world distance record of 617 miles, and in May, a new altitude (26,408’) and time to climb world records. The LW 5 is unique. It is the only aircraft to ever hold records in all parameters of performance...speed, distance, climb and altitude. Andy now looks forward to setting further world record. The Wiley Post Commission believes that Andy Keech meets all the criteria for the Wiley Post Spirit Award’ by best exhibiting the engineering and innovative pioneering legacy of Wiley Post. A formal banquet was held for Mr. Keech at the Servicenter FBO at Wiley Post Airport in Oklahoma City, January 28, 2005. |
by Andy Keech But for every headwind there is an equal but opposite tailwind, as they say, and by the time I am turning around on leg two back at NLR, I have made up four of those minutes. Tailwinds may be equal but they do not work for as long as the headwind penalizes a pilot. Now the race is truly on. A speed flight is a demanding cliffhanger from start to finish. That much is evident, and thankfully it is evident early on. In transcontinental flying, the mind is attuned toward endurance and the principal challenge is to be able to cope with the unexpected. In distance flying, patience is the name of the game because there is little to do but watch the scenery go by and keep track of fuel burn. For altitude and climb records the eye and brain are pretty much glued to indicated air speed, location, and dealing with ATC. With speed flying it's: faster and cleaner.. When you're behind you have to make it up, and when you're ahead you have to keep amassing minutes to draw interest in your bank account. You are focused for speed. You feel a genuine need for speed that Tom Cruise never quite communicated, the whole purpose of this flight. The next NLR-Hazen leg was 50 minutes exactly. Right on target, except we are still two minutes behind. Ditto for the third leg. But we are lightening up as Woodstock burns off her fuel load, and we make leg four in 48 minutes. So we are beginning the fifth and final lap even with the board, and now the whole record attempt is hanging this last leg. One more time east on I-40. I feel I have flown it a hundred times now instead of just four. I can call all the landmarks by their first names, as if they are cousins of mine. Hello, Lonoke. Hi Carlisle, you old bomber base with your long concrete runways now the home to a squadron of crop dusters. Good morning all you catfish farms, where the cafes along this stretch of I-40 get their fish to fry up and serve with hushpuppies to hungry truckers out chasing their 47 cents per driver mile as fervently as I am chasing Ken Wallis' speed record. We make the big swing around Hazen, Woodstock and I, we who have flown so far and high together. We pivot around Hazen with Woodstock's blades almost completely perpendicular to the surface. This whole thing about turning points is an art in speed flying -- you tend to deliberately overshoot in order not to cut too fine and disqualify your record attempt. There are nine turns on this attempt and all are wasteful of time and speed But right now we are feeling the need. Wind is penalty enough with the difference between upwind and downwind speed at 35 kts on these circuits. Insurance overshoots are more so we have to do everything exactly right. Speed comes not just from power but also from flying the shortest distance between two points and staying right down the middle of the course line. Speed comes from accuracy and finesse, seconds saved here and there. Iscramble for all I can get. Little Rock is once again visible, the moment we complete the turn. It is a Sunday in Arkansas, and on this day most people who are outside their homes will be in church. Little Rock is still a small southern city, a pleasant and unhurried place, modern and metropolitan in all the ways it needs to be but yet a small town at heart. I fancy that it is drawing me to itself, somehow trying to help me win this contest I am having with myself. The feeling might be fanciful, but the GPS says it's happening --we are making up the minutes, and by the time we are crossing the highway that leads to the big C-130 training base north of North Little Rock Airport, it is evident we have won. Woodstock does the last circuit in 47 minutes, meaning we have surpassed the old record. A victory roll would be fun, but that's a realm of flight where Woodstock would be out of her depth. There are no bands playing when we land, but our reception is not without some fanfare. Kris and Ron Herron, Woodstock's designer is there, as is Zane Anderson, who is a person of standing in Little Rock's aviation community, and finally Ted the NAA witness. Amid the smiles and handshakes, it begins to settle in my thoughts and this little flying machine in which I sit for a lingering moment is now the holder of every possible type of performance record that can be set with any class of aircraft: speed, range, altitude and time to climb. It is time to call home with the news. At this writing, I only know that we exceeded the old record held by Ken Wallis by four percent (pending final verification by the NAA). Looking back into my GPS like Hansel following the breadcrumb trail, I found that we covered 602 km where 576 kilometers were to count. Turns and overshoots were expensive. Had I become more alert earlier in the game, we would undoubtedly have done better. All flights are learning experiences. We will certainly do better nexttime. A final footnote: as I said at the beginning, only two other aircraft in the world ever held all four performance records for their class. It happens that both were Russian. Woodstock is the first aircraft from the west to accomplish this feat. The only rotorcraft, ever to do so. |
| Ron Herron has good reason to be pleased with his creation. If there is a David and Goliath story here it would be that of an Arkansan country boy designer vs the design bureau of a super power. There is not a great deal to setting an aviation record except just doing it. There is a lot of preparation, of course, and it is a form of mental rehearsal. But when the day comes, you go fly and that's that. I had thought of Tom Cruise strutting across the ramp with his F-15 hulking in the background, chanting, "I feel the need....for speed. It seemed so cocky and silly at the time. The truth was, I also feel that need. After setting the transcontinental speed record in Woodstock, the LW5 Autogiro designed by Ron Herron of Little Rock, AR., and later, the world distance, altitude and time-to-climb records in the same ship, it was now time for an assault on a closed-course world speed record held by my friend and mentor Ken Wallis. Ken has held all 5 speed records over distances from 2 km out to 1,000km for several decades. If Woodstock acquired one of these then she would be one of only 3 aircraft in all of aviation history to hold class records in all four categories of performance (speed, distance, climb and altitude.) To involve you for a moment in the detail of planning: since the planned course would take between 3.5 and 4 hours to fly, fuel was a consideration. The LW5 has more than sufficient internal tankage to handle this, so there would be no drag penalty from bolt-on tanks. Weight of fuel is obviously another factor, and still another is wind. I had painstakingly laid out five different circuits with the intention of leaving on the most advantageous one at the most propitious moment. But no such moment presented itself, or if it did there was always some detail left undone, and the days meanwhile continued to parade onward. By mid-March, with winter on the wane, wind was becoming progressively less predictable. Daily guesswork with variable wind directions and closed courses had turned into a game, like playing chess with invisible pieces. In the end I chucked all the fancy calculations up in the air, saddled up Woodstock and launched. The new plan was to do a series of five out-and-back flights between Little Rock and a sleepy little village about 35 miles to its east called Hazen. This would be ten legs and by my best guess (Ihad stopped using the term "calculation") each leg had to average no more than 25 minutes in order to stay on the required speed and accomplish the record. At 6:06 on March 20, with dawn beginning to light the eastern sky, I lifted off North Little Rock Municipal airport and aimed Woodstock into the rising sun. I knew that I was flying into a quartering headwind but one of unknown strength and uncertain direction, the whole venture had more the feeling of a barroom brawl than a meticulously-planned attempt at a world aviation record. There was an atmosphere of reacting to one surprise after another, rather than holding the reins of the situation in a confident hand. It was a nice morning for flying, and there was no reason not to relax and enjoy the ride. Little Rock lies at the foot of the Ozark Plateau, and by the time one is east of Little Rock he is over the Mississippi Delta, a wide swath of flat farmland that stretches 120 miles to Memphis and the Father of Waters. Even at six in the morning there is an endless line of traffic on the arrow-straight Interstate 40, east and west bound. In some ways the experience of watching them from my perch in Woodstock is like being invisible, watching openly without being seen. I should be tending to business, or else this will be nothing more than a sightseeing tour above the Bible Belt. According to the GPS the groundspeed is distressingly low, far below that necessary to accomplish this mission, and therefore all my planning about the winds -- including a detailed briefing from Flight Service immediately before departure -- may as well have been a dance of worship before an unappreciative deity. How boring aviation could someday be, should we ever learn to predict weather with absolute accuracy. It is with this thought echoing through the hallways of my mind, while staring into the endless distance across the vast delta, that I manage to fly a half mile past Hazen before realizing where I am and making the turnaround. This makes the first leg 31 minutes, or six minutes slower than target speed, which is a pretty dismal way to open an undertaking such as this. |
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| Woodstock's all "Gussied Up" With Plenty of Places to go |
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500 Miles in a Hurry! |
| "Woodstock's" New Nest" by Andy Keech |
| The LW5 autogyro project was initially started by Ron Herron and myself to reintroduce what has been aviation’s safest form of flying, after 70 years in hibernation we resurrected the gyroplane with the engine on the front. While doing that we also decided to see how well this aircraft would do once she was built. To our ongoing surprise and delight she exceeded our expectations and continued to do so over 4 years. In fact she set 29 world performance records in the four measures of performance (speed, distance, climb and altitude) with never a failure. Each round exceeded the previous year’s performance through minor refinement of the design and through what one learns from experience. I was completely self sponsored from start to finish, and while I could see that the following round would have largely filled the potential envelope of her capabilities I was running out of finance to go further. At this point we were well beyond where we expected at he time we started and very satisfied that the next record setter would have to be an exceptional and extraordinary aircraft if these performances are to be bettered. Our aircraft was designed, built and flown by EAA members. The EAA was pleased to take her as she represents the best in class as do the Global Flyer and the Voyager aircraft which are also EAA member designed, built and flown. With the EAA “Woodstock” would be in appreciative hands and on display to people of the same spirit. When I landed at Oshkosh Whittman field I realized that this would be the last time that I would ever sit in her. I felt an intense sense of post partum depression that was mixed with relief that comes from letting go of the enormous focus that comes with such an obsession. The depression prevented me from signing the ownership document passing the old friend over to new (and appreciative ownership) for 3 months. Some realizations, while immediate on the conscious level take a while to adjust to emotionally. People ask ”What next?” Recovery is like that of grief... It takes awhile. Rest, and recuperation starting to learn to play guitar is the next challenge. The legacy that this aircraft has given me is beyond normal means of measure. Friendships of old have been reinforced, new, pleasant and surprising friends and acquaintances came with the adventures that come from flying across this country and dealing with the incidents that come from precarious and novel events. Even a surprising and unexpected brush with celebrity and celebrities that has evolved from the “Spirit of Wiley Post” project in OKC. The Wiley Post Award seeks and recognizes the self propelled people in aviation who face and surmount the headwinds that confront those who bootstrap themselves to follow their dreams and finally reach the leading edge of their specialty. |