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My family had decided to take a big vacation to the Outer Banks in North Carolina the summer after I graduated from high school. My dad’s side of the family is quite large and all the kids are separated by a year each so we’ll have one high school graduation every year for the next eight years. My older cousin had graduated the year before so we knew this would probably be our last chance to do a big family vacation. In a few years, everyone would be going off to college and starting our adult lives so we decided to go all out and rented a big house on the beach.

I was excited for this trip because I had just finished my private pilot license in March and had the idea of flying down to avoid the 12-hour drive from Ohio. We couldn’t get the airplane for an entire week, but the flight school let two of my friends, Hans and Mike, fly a Cessna 172 from Akron, Ohio, to First Flight Airport (FFA) on Friday, stay the night and we would fly back Saturday together. Overnight parking at First Flight isn’t prohibited, but all parking is limited to 24 hours at a time. My friends were able to get a free night in a beach house, we all did some flying on the trip, and I didn’t have to sit in the car for 12 hours on the way back home to Ohio. It was a win for all.

First Flight

A pilgrimage every pilot should make.

Visiting the location of the first powered flight was surreal. We visited First Flight Airport during the week to see the museum and memorial. There’s a small airport attached to the memorial with a small building with computers for filing flight plans, checking weather, etc. The museum is a nice afternoon, but three hours is probably all most folks spend there, less time for non-aviation buffs. After a few days in the Outer Banks, it’s easy to see why the Wright Brothers chose this location for their attempt. Walking up and down the beach, there are kites of all shapes and colors and one of the piers has a wind turbine farm on it to produce electricity.

Despite none of us having instrument ratings at the time, the weather looked great for both days and we decided to give it a go. My friends flew down Friday and arrived well before dark before the airport closes. We had dinner, looked for the crabs on the beach that come out at night, spent a little time in the hot tub and had a great evening.

In the morning, we ate breakfast and headed out to the airport for the journey home. We took a quick flight around Nags Head before we left and each took turns landing at FFA so we could say we had done it. Then we set out for home. It was a beautiful day. FFA does not have fuel available so we stopped at Louisa County (LKU) in Virginia. By this time lunch seemed appropriate but without packed lunches or an airport diner, we decided to get what we could from the vending machine. I had a can of Sierra Mist and some peanut butter crackers for lunch. Not a healthy lunch my mother would approve of, but it would have to suffice for now. In three to four hours, we would be home and could sit down for a nice meal.

Mike had flown from Akron to LKU on Friday and Hans had flown the other legs (LKU-FFA-LKU), so this was my leg of the trip to fly. Having earned my license only a few months ago, I was building cross-country time towards my instrument rating. Since I had a safety pilot along, I planned to track VORs on the way home while under the hood and log some simulated instrument time.

The Alleghenies rose to 4770 ft. along our route so I planned on flying back at 6500. This proved too low to escape the turbulence that developed that afternoon and I climbed to 8500 ft. in search of a smoother ride. It was better, but not great at 8500. I wasn’t feeling good staring at the panel bobbing around in the turbulence so an hour into the flight I abandoned my plan of flying under the hood and did the rest visually. I wanted to stop any airsickness before it developed further. I’ve rarely been able to feel better during a flight after becoming airsick.

I can sometimes stop it from getting worse, but once I get sick, I stay sick until I am on the ground for a while. I should have never gone under the Foggles in the first place though because the sights over the mountains were awesome. Once I looked up, I saw a few small towns dotting the landscape but for the most part there was nothing but beautiful rolling hills for miles around. Unfortunately this didn’t resolve any conflict between my stomach and the Sierra Mist I had earlier with “lunch.” The bumps continued and my body did not appreciate it.

Friends by airplane

What are friends for?

I had a gurgling feeling in my stomach that meant only one thing and it would happen soon. I didn’t have a bag handy so I told Mike who was in the right seat “your controls,” took off my headset, opened the window and let it all hang out. The wind pulled my sunglasses off my face and gravity took them to the ground below, never to be seen again.

The unfortunate part about this is as I was spewing out the window like an overheated radiator with Mike laughing as he flew from the right seat, Hans, who was asleep in the back seat, later said he woke up startled because he thought we had flown into a cloud and were now VFR in IMC. I figured he might have been woken by the air rushing into the cabin from opening the window but he said he thought we flew into a cloud because he felt light, wet sprinkles on his face.

Once I connected the dots I was horrified. I had thrown up on one of my best friends. The damage was done and until we landed there was nothing I could do about it but apologize. Once it happened, my stomach was fine the rest of the flight. I normally don’t drink a lot of soda so drinking all that sugar on an empty stomach and flying on a hot bumpy day was what did it.

So take these words of caution: especially on long flights, take a sick-sack with you. You just might need it. I’ve only wanted it a few times, but having a couple in a flight bag in the back seat or stuffed into the seat pocket isn’t as good as ready to go, in your lap or shirt pocket. When you start to feel it, get the bag out and ready.

Next, the airstream around a 172 blows any liquid ejected from the pilot side cockpit window both out and most importantly back into the cabin. Nothing is off limits to getting splattered on and the clean up on the ground is humiliating as you try to describe to the next renter how a can of soda led to your own demise.

Finally, if you do manage to puke on someone and live closer to the airport than they do, let them shower at your house and take them to dinner. That way you’ll still be friends five years later. I’m sorry, Hans! Next time I’ll be more prepared.

Tyler Wisbar
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  1. Tom Egbert
    Tom Egbert says:

    Being an EAA member and flying over 650 Young Eagle flights, I have had only two kids get sick in my 172. I learned a long time ago that one gallon Zip Lock bags are fantastic. Just have them handy and explain to your passengers how to use if necessary. They work great and most of ourYE pilots carry them and keep them handy.

    • Tyler
      Tyler says:

      Good tip! Another suggestion I’ve heard is to have a washcloth or small rag to help wipe up any small spills or the persons mouth before landing.

    MORT MASON says:

    I find it somehow odd that my 22,000 hours of Alaska bush flying never produced a passenger who became air sick. And, believe me, over the years we encountered plenty of turbulence!

  3. Howard Deever
    Howard Deever says:

    At least ten years ago some of my CAP cadets marshaled & secured the flightline at a local antique fly-in. Afterwards on that warm, choppy July late afternoon the host FBO made good on its previous offer of free cadet hops & dual in its C-172’s. I’d cautioned all hands about eating nearer than 2-3 hours preflight. One disregarded this advice, scarfing an entire bag of ‘Skittles’ washed down with Mountain Dew shortly before his turn. Good training paid off, though. Have long told cadets if the urge suddenly arises, they can yank their covers off more quickly than fumbling for a puke bag. Indeed, his ‘technicolor yawn’ about 20 min aloft stayed mostly in that kid’s cover; I only had to spend a short time cleaning up the cockpit afterward. And now, almost 7 years into a Navy career, certain of his old buddies still remember the day a young man earned his nickname ‘Cadet BlueChunks’…

  4. Brian
    Brian says:

    Non-pro-tip: next time you take a commercial flight nick one of them air-sick bags out of the seat pocket in front of you.

  5. John
    John says:

    I’ve flown a lot of kids with Young Eagles & CAP. My first question to any passenger is: Are you feeling well (no congestion, no hint of an upset stomach, no fever, no cough)? If anyone says “yes”, I tell ’em it’s not a good day for ’em to fly, but I promise (and follow through) I’ll take ’em up soon after they are feeling well. Just not today.

    I always present a sick sack to ’em during my passenger brief and explain it’s use. Sometimes I use zip locks, sometimes the ‘real’ sick sack.

    First, keep the sack in reach tucked under either your right or left thigh;

    Second… AT THE VERY FIRST hint get it out and open.

    Third, tell me IMMEDIATELY if you are feeling at all sick to your stomach. Don’t be shy! YOU will clean the airplane if you lose it and haven’t told me!!!

    Fourth, hold it under your mouth and LEAN INTO IT!

    Fifth, control the sack! :)

  6. Tom
    Tom says:

    It can happen to anyone. Chuck Yeager got sick on his first flight but I guess he got over it.
    I was maybe 5 and riding in the back of a cherokee 140 with my two older sisters on Thanksgiving Day. My father decided to buy everyone milk from a NJ vending machine during a break from the turbulent ‘joyride’. The sick-sacks were there but they are of little use if you don’t get them open in time and neither of my sisters did.
    I became sick, but not pucking, at the age of 12 while swirling around in the windowless back end of a Beech 99. We were coming back from an airshow in Marathon with a full load of CAP cadets and the only thing I had to look at was the solid painted radar screen straight up the isle.
    My wife lost it in the back of a rented Warrior after we had to climb twice through gusty low level turbulence because of a rag that was left in the cowling and was beating the belly like a drum. She used a large bag that had held some wedding presents. My brother and I didn’t even know until we saw the presents out of the bag after landing.
    My brother borrowed a 310 in Ft Lauderdale to pick up my wife, my two year old son and me in Ocala. With extra seats, he brought along a long time friend, Scott, and his cousin. The ubiquitous summer thermals kept us up high until a solid line of thunder storms force us, an Eastern Airlines 727 and every other plane transitioning north and south out over the Gulf of Mexico. With buildups forming a near solid layer, we dropped down under the base for an Everglades bronco ride. My son in the back said he didn’t feel good so my wife let him
    stand in her lap to look out the window. He felt a lot better after he pucked but he missed the bag. The smell, the ride and the south Florida heat and humidity had Scott looking pretty green. Back on the ground Scott sat in the shade up against the hanger with his head between his knees. “Never again”, he said. “Never again”. And after 35 years I don’t think he has.
    I still have landing at First Flight on ‘The List’ but I have been there twice. The first time was December 17th 2003.

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