The "dollar ride", a time honored tradition of nerves, excitement, and often angry
upheavals of the stomach, is celebrated by every military aviator in every aircraft. Many refer to it as being "just like Christmas morning." Although I'd suffice to say that nobody I know was ever made to throw up after the arrival and departure of Santa Claus. Still, similarities exist.
First, there is a jolly man wearing a suit of all one color. This man flies in the sky and is often recognized by a round middle section. And while he flies, he is giving a gift to a younger person that is so excited they can barely sleep the night before. That gift is a "
freebie flight". Their very first ride in a T-6 Texan II reaching speeds of over 220 knots, pulling over 5
G's, and looking at the ground when it's above their head, is completely free. They are expected to do nothing but show up, strap in, and enjoy the ride. If they're lucky enough, they may even get to take the
controls a few times and learn to do things such as an aileron roll (that means roll around 360 degrees). And although every flight from here-on-out will be very strictly watched, critiqued, and graded, this first flight is given no grade at all. You may be thinking of course, that even Santa Claus isn't that nice because even he will not leave presents without taxing young children of their cookies and milk. Well that my friends, is where the dollar comes in. We are all expected to pay these generous flying men $1 between now and the time we solo for their sheer
expertise and awe inspiring demonstration of what the Texan can do.
And that my friends, is the history of what I got to experience this last Thursday. For those of you who may have some aerobatic knowledge, we did some "cloud chasing" that looked suspiciously like an
Immalman, split-s, aileron and
barrel rolls. And if that all sounded
Greek to you... I got to go upside down a lot! :)