"We" : $b The famous flier's own story of his life and his trans-Atlantic flight, together with his views on the future of aviationLindbergh, Charles A. (Charles Augustus)
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"We" : $b The famous flier's own story of his life and his trans-Atlantic flight, together with his views on the future of aviation
Lindbergh, Charles A. (Charles Augustus)
Aeronautics -- Flights; Air pilots -- Biography; Transatlantic flights
When about ten minutes of gas remained in the pressure tank and still
not the faintest outline of any object on the ground could be seen, I
decided to leave the ship rather than attempt to land blindly. I turned
back southwest toward less populated country and started climbing in
an attempt to get over the clouds before jumping. The main tank went
dry at 7:50 P.M. and the reserve twenty minutes later. The altimeter
then registered approximately 14,000 feet, yet the top of the clouds
was apparently several thousand feet higher. Rolling the stabilizer
back, I cut out the switches, pulled the ship up into a stall and was
about to go over the right side of the cockpit when the right wing
began to drop. In this position the plane would gather speed and spiral
to the right, possibly striking the parachute after its first turn. I
returned to the controls, righted the plane and then dove over the left
side of the cockpit while the air speed registered about 70 miles per
hour and the altimeter 13,000 feet. The rip cord was pulled immediately
after clearing the stabilizer. The Irving chute functioned perfectly.
I left the ship head first and was falling in this position when the
risers whipped me around into an upright position and the chute opened.
The last I saw of the DH was as it disappeared into the clouds just
after the chute opened. It was snowing and very cold. For the first
minute or so the parachute descended smoothly and then commenced an
excessive oscillation which continued for about five minutes and which
could not be checked. The first indication of the nearness of the chute
to the ground was a gradual darkening of the space below. The snow
had turned to rain and, although the chute was thoroughly soaked, its
oscillation had greatly decreased. I directed the beam from my 500 ft.
spotlight downward, but the ground appeared so suddenly that I landed
directly on top of a barbed wire fence without seeing it. The fence
helped to break the fall and the barbs did not penetrate my heavy
flying suit. The chute was blown over the fence and was held open for
some time by the gusts of wind before collapsing.
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