In the photo above Wayne
walks around his little Scorpion checking it out. Notice that he
has his rock in hand.
After we replaced the damaged coil with the one from my Rotorway,
I fired the engine and it ran perfectly. After the normal warm-up
I picked up into a hover and hovered for several minutes. It was
running great so I bid my crew goodbye and flew it back to my home
If memory serves me right, Dan opted to ride back with Wayne so
I had changed the ballast weight location.
During this time I was also instructing Wayne in his Scorpion.
Wayne was the source of some of my favorite flight instructing stories.
He was really having a hard time learning to hover his little ship.
We would go out into my hover training area and Wayne would soon
be yanking the cyclic all over the place with enthusiasm but the
helicopter just would not do what he wanted it to. I told way in
a very soothing voice,"Wayne, she is a beautiful woman, relax
and just dance with her". His immediate reply as he continued
to thrash the cyclic control was "I'm dancing with her but
she aint dancing with me". I nearly lost it, just the way he
said it struck my funny bone and I had to set it down so that I
Finally I did get Wayne to become a great hoverer. He loved to
hover so much that he did not want to do anything else. Wayne had
his Scorpion at every SRC event and always wanted me to give everyone
rides in it. Once I landed he would bring some stranger over and
say, here is another one Orv, take 'em up. I literally gave hundreds
of rides in Wayne's little ship. Any club member who was at the
meetings could always depend on Wayne to offer a ride as long as
I was piloting his ship.
It turns out that Wayne was afraid of heights. We would depart
from my helipad and he would hold onto the doorway tight as we climbed
to clear the wires. As soon as we did he would say "Take it
down, Orvie" he always called me that. He became our champion
cross-country hoverer. We would hover across the open fields until
we came to a fence, road, tree line, etc. where he would give me
the controls to hop the ship over the obstruction and then he would
take it again and continue to do what he loved almost as much as
his wife, hovering his little Rotorway Scorpion 145.
Wayne was a great friend and passed away from a massive heart attack
several years ago. He told me about a year before he passed that
one of the highlights of his life was my helping him to fulfill
his life-long dream of flying his own helicopter. Anyone who knew
Wayne would attest that he was one in a Million and was definitely
a generous and loving friend.
We miss you Wayne.