Date:1 June 2012
PM’s reporter loops and rolls in America’s only aerobatic helicopter. By Jeff Wise
We’re in the front seat of a helicopter, thumping along 450 m above the foam-flecked waves of the Gulf of Mexico, when pilot Chuck Aaron does something you’re never supposed to do. He pulls back on the controls and just keeps pulling. When the helicopter’s nose rears up, I feel my body sinking into the seat as my heart crawls up my oesophagus.
We keep going until all I see is blue sky, then the line that separates it from the greener blue of the gulf. A little voice in my head is saying huuuunh? And the weight of an implausible yet true realisation sweeps over me: the rotors are now below us, the landing skids above. We are flying upside down.
There’s a reason why you should never, ever fly upside down in a helicopter: the rotors will bend toward the skids and cut off the tail, and you’ll plummet to your death. Helicopter rotors are designed to handle a lot of flexion, because each blade has to bend up and down as it moves into and against the slipstream. In normal flight, the blades bend away from the cockpit. But if you fly upside down, they flex in the other direction, giving a whole new meaning to the word chopper.
Aaron, a 63-year-old with a mane of golden hair and a bushy mustache fit forÂ a circus ringmaster, knows all about this. He was a helicopter pilot and mechanic living in Camarillo, California, when he got a call from Red Bull in 2004. They’d heard that he’d assembled a US Army attack helicopter from parts scrounged on the open market. They asked him: could he build a helicopter capable of looping the loop? “No,” he told them. It was impossible. End of story.
But Aaron kept mulling it over, and he thought that if you took the right kind of helicopter and modified it in just the right way, you might wind up with an aircraft that could fly upside down. Red Bull gave him the money, and he boughtÂ a pair of German BO-105 helicopters with rugged one-piece titanium rotor heads and four short, stiff composite blades. After a year of modifications ““ he refuses to reveal the engineering details ““ he took his helicopter up.
Success did not come easily. For three months, Aaron got to know the machine, testing its capabilities. But fear held him back. “I’d get vertical and I’d chicken out,” he says. “But over time I kept going a little bit further, and one day I pulled that sucker up and as I got to my chicken point, I did one of those instant things where I said, “˜I’m going for it’. I pulled it straight back and I did the loop.
“As soon as I saw the ground, I was like, “˜I can get this!’. So I pulled out of that and I did it again. I didn’t want to forget how I did it. So I did it again and again ““ 10 times.” From that first loop, Aaron expanded his repertoire of manoeuvres, and today he’s the only civilian pilot in the US that’s licensed to perform aerobatics in a helicopter.
It’s a cold morning in Pensacola, Florida, when I meet up with Aaron. A big air show starts tomorrow, and with the 32 km/h winds, Aaron is debating whether to take part in the rehearsal. One time, he tells me, he almost killed himself trying to perform under similar conditions. This gives me pause, but Aaron assures me that we’ll be fine if we go out over the water and try a few manoeuvres. So up we go.
We launch from the Naval Air Station’s ramp and pass over the beach. Aaron climbs until he’s above the barrier island that he’ll use as a reference line to orient himself. Then he pulls up into the loop. In a matter of seconds we’re over the top, then arcing downward. Aaron has discovered that this can be the most dangerous part. “If I keep it pointed down for too long, I’ll build up too much airspeed,” he says. “Then I’ll have tooÂ many g’s in the pullout and rip the transmission off.”
That doesn’t happen today, I’m pleased to report. Aaron onceÂ again pulls up into a climb, then startles me by rolling over to the left until our bodies are parallel to the horizon. He keeps rolling until we’re upside down, then brings us back up the other side. In a plane, the equivalent manoeuvre would be a mild trick called an aileron roll; in a helicopter, the procedure causes a disconcerting sensation, as if someone were holding you by your heels over the edge of a tall building.
Next, Aaron pulls back on the stick and waits for his airspeed to bleed off until we’re nearly dead in the air. Then he pushes the stick forward. We’re floating in our seats in a low-altitude approximation of Nasa’s Vomit Comet. A second later, we’re toppling forward. As we fall straight down, Aaron rotates us 180 degrees on a vertical axis so our track is like the stripe on a barber pole, then pulls back so we level out.
He keeps stringing together one manoeuvre after another: up, sideways, down ““ whoop! I’m starting to think about a barf bag as Aaron pulls out of a climb and turns us into the wind. He’s about to unleash the ultimate.
“Zero airspeed”, he says, gesturing at the instrument panel. “This is the back flip.”
He pulls back, and back, and back. I briefly have the sensation of climbing as the windshield fills with blue, and then the uncomfortable feeling of toppling backwards, falling upside down, hanging in my straps, a blur of disorientation. The helicopter has pivoted, heels over head, from a standstill ““ like a swimmer doing a back flip off a diving board. Then we’re right side-up again, barrelling toward the shore below. My ears are filled with a piercing scream. It’s coming from my own throat. It’s a scream of pure, blind, mindless joy.