May 1972 |
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December 1974 |
While looking through some old issues of American Aircraft Modeler, I was quite surprised to find
that none other than radio great Paul Harvey is (or was) a builder and flyer of radio controlled airplanes.
There was a feature article done by Paul Harvey in one of the issues in the 1974 timeframe. Mr. Harvey
then wrote a regular column titled "Paul Harvey Views."
Understandably, the column only ran for a few months - probably because of his extremely busy schedule.
This one is from the December 1974 edition.
Paul Harvey Views
The Lone Eagle of Breckenridge, Texas
So you fly RC but ...
If there were no one around with whom to compare skills and share experiences ...
If there were no kibitzers, no bor-rowers or lenders of fuel, props or pliers ...
I mean if you were out there in an unmanicured expanse of wasteland utterly alone day after day after
Would your interest in RC flying sustain?
Bob Herndon prefers the
loneliness of the small city flier. With a sailplane, pattern ship, semi-scaler, Q/M racer and free
flight, Bob enjoys the diversity of our hobby/sport.
I met Bob Herndon during a Dallas speaking engagement. The Texas Hos-pital Assn.
was in convention and Robert T. Herndon, administrator of the Stephens Memorial Hospital in Breckenridge,
Tex., was present.
The convention brought us to Dallas; our hobby brought us together.
The "Lone Eagle of Breckenridge, Tex.," may have a fondness for RC flying greater than anybody's.
There is rarely a dry day when the Texas wind is tolerable that Bob Herndon is not out flying - alone.
It wasn't always like that.
In the late 1930s as a schoolboy in Miami, he and neighborhood youngsters were finger cranking rubber
band models. His first "gassie" was a Zipper Junior, and it is best remembered bitter-sweetly for Bob's
first experience with a flyaway.
World War II, and the subsequent preoccupation with college interrupted the flying. Then Bob's first
job took him to Carthage, Tex. Within days he'd homed in on the drone of mini-engines and found a largish
group of CL fliers doing their thing. In less than a week he had a plane in the air and was one of them.
When Bob's son was 10 and developed an interest in free flight (he won a trophy at his first contest)
there were some happy years when the in-terest was shared. At the '65 and '66 NATS, son John won trophies
while Dad picked up a fifth place in C-Gas.
Then, one day, son John discovered girls, and it was about this time that the Herndons moved again.
For himself and family, Bob vastly prefers the relaxed informality of a smaller town, but for a hobby
flier it does have drawbacks.
In Breckenridge, the nearest hobby shop is 60 miles away. "I buy two of most things and 12 of some
things," Bob says.
And in Breckenridge there is no one with whom to share his interest- yet he continues to fly-perhaps
more than do you and I. Why?
"I can't answer that question beyond saying I love it. I'm not a good pilot. Even flying three and
four days a week, the aging reflexes would classify me as nothing more than a 'Sunday flier'."
"Besides," says Bob, "one of the dis-advantages of flying alone is that there's no one around to
make your sloppy roll look sloppy."
And with no one to learn from, "flying continues to be a trial-and-error proposition, with most mistakes
costing a hundred bucks or more."
"Sometimes," says Bob, "I'll drive a hundred miles to fly for a few hours with an old friend."
At the moment the Lone Eagle is spending most of his time with an old Taurus and a new sailplane.
Of the soarer he says, "It's slower, more relaxed- and maybe my interest hearkens back to that boyhood
fascination with free flight. I really enjoy watching that graceful bird sitting up there, floating
on a thermal, knowing I can summon it back to roost at my feet."
Also, west Texas winds are friendlier to sailplanes.
There are other compensations for the small town's inconveniences. For example, the easy accessibility
to flying sites.
Often the local airport will grant per-mission to use their parking apron or taxiways, or the school
its playground. And in west Texas there is always level pastureland within minutes of home.
Of course, a loner misses the fellowship and the shared building and the competition and the small
talk and the big talk and the somebody to whom you can say, "Remember when ... "
But Bob has a ham radio rig with which he has located other fliers who are hams (Aren't we all?)
"And we get together on short wave and talk flying for hours at a time."