scoonts.theminotaur-第74章
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Jake merely stood and listened。
〃We've told you what the stall speed is;〃 the engineer explained patiently; 〃at every weight and every altitude and every configuration。 Those speeds were established by experimental test pilots。〃
〃Well; I'm an engineering test pilot…all navy test pilots are trained to that standard…but I can't see how we can do a proper operational evaluation of your airplane if we don't explore the left side of the envelope。〃
The civilian appealed to Jake。 〃Listen; Captain。 This is the only prototype we have。 If she drills a deep hole with it; we have big problems。 It'll be goddamn hard to sell an airplane when all we have is the wreckage。〃
〃What makes you think;〃 Jake asked; 〃that she can't safely recover from a stall?〃
〃I didn't say that。 You're putting words into my mouth。〃
〃Get DeCrescentis over here。〃 The chief engineer went off to find her。
〃We have to stall that plane; Captain;〃 Rita told him。 〃If those rumbles in the landing pattern yesterday were incipient pressor stalls; we'll get some real ones if we get her slowed down enough。 I think that's what Consolidated doesn't want us into。〃
Adele DeCrescentis backed her engineer。 Jake heard her out; then said; 〃I don't think you people really want to sell this plane to the navy。〃
The vice president set her jaw。 〃We sure as hell want it in one piece to sell to somebody。〃
〃Well; I'll tell you this。 We're going to fly that plane the way I want it flown or we'll stop this show right now。 The navy isn't spending ten million bucks for a fly…off if all we can do is cruise the damn thing down the interstate at fifty…five。 We're trying to find out if that plane can be used to fight with; Ms。 DeCrescentis; not profile around the Paris Air Show。〃
She opened her mouth; but Jake didn't give her a chance。 〃I mean it。 We'll fly it my way or we won't fly it。 Your choice。〃
She looked about her; opened her mouth; then closed it again。 Finally she said; 〃I'll have to think about it for a bit。〃 She wheeled and made a beeline for the Consolidated offices and the phones; the chief engineer trailing after her。
〃Maybe you had better make a phone call too;〃 Rita suggested。
〃Nope。〃 He looked at Rita and grinned。 〃Captains have to obey orders; of course; but George Ludlow and Royce Caplinger shoved me out in front on this one。 They want me to make a remendation and take the heat; so they sort of have to let me do it my way。〃 He shrugged。 〃Generally speaking; doing it your way is not very good for your career; but I've been to the mat once too often anyway。 That's why I got this job。 Ludlow's a pretty good SECNAV。 He understands the navy and the people in it。 He wouldn't send a guy with a shot at flag over to Capitol Hill to get his balls cut off; not if he had any other choice。〃
Rita looked dubious。
〃Are you right about this; Miss Moravia?〃
〃Yes; sir。 I am。〃
〃I think so too。 So that's the way well do it。 As long as I'm in charge。〃
When Adele DeCrescentis returned; she agreed with Jake。 Apparently the president of the pany could also read tea leaves。
〃Go find that Consolidated test pilot;〃 Jake told Rita when they were alone。 〃Take him over to the club and buy him a drink。 Find out everything he knows about stalling this invisible airplane off the record。〃
〃Aye aye; sir;〃 Rita said; and marched off。
Cumulus clouds and rain squalls moving through the area from the west delayed the second flight another day; but when she finally got the plane to altitude; Rita attacked the performance envelope with vigor while Smoke Judy in the F…14 hung like glue on first one wing; then the other。
Stalls were first。
They were almost last。 With the nose at ten degrees above the horizon and the power at 70 percent; she let the plane coast into the first one; but didn't get there because the pitty…pat thumping began in the intakes and increased in intensity to a drumming rat…a…tat…tat played by a drunk。 The EOT rose dramatically and RPMs dropped on both engines。 She could feel vibrations reaching her through the seat and throttles and rudder pedals。
pressor stalls! Well; that mousy little test pilot for Consolidated hadn't been lying。 She pushed the nose over; which incidentally worsened the thumping from behind the cockpit; and held it there while her speed increased and the noise finally abated; all the while reading the numbers from the engine instruments over the radio。
With the engines back to normal; she had another thought。 If a pilot got slow and lost power in the landing pattern; on final; this thing could pancake into the ground short of the runway。 Aboard ship the technical phrase for that turn of events was 〃ramp strike。〃
She smoothly pulled the nose to twenty degrees above the horizon and as her speed dropped began feeding in power until she had the throttles forward against the stops。 The airspeed continued to decay。 This was 〃the back side of the power curve;〃 that flight regime where drag increased so dramatically as the airspeed bled off that the engines lacked sufficient power to accelerate the plane。
The onset of pressor stall was instantaneous and dramatic; a violent hammering from the intakes behind the cockpit that caused the whole plane to quiver。 Before she could recover; the plane stalled。 It broke crisply and fell straight forward until the nose was fifteen degrees below the horizon; then the canard authority returned。 Still the engine pressors were stalled; with EGT going to the red lines and RPM dropping below 85 percent。
Rita smartly retarded the throttles to keep the engines from overtemping。 The pounding continued。
Throttles to idle。 EGT above red line。
She chopped the throttles to cutoff; securing the flow of fuel to the engines。
The pounding ceased。 The cockpit was very quiet。
Toad remarked later that all he could hear as Rita worked to restart the engines 〃was God laughing。〃
This time as Rita approached touchdown; she flared the plane and pulled the throttles aft。 Sure enough; the pounding of turbulent air in the intakes began just before the main wheels kissed the runway。 She held the nose off and watched the EGT tapes twitch as the plane decelerated。 When she was losing stabilator authority; she lowered the nose to the runway and smoothly applied the brakes。
〃Another day; another dollar;〃 Toad told her on the ICS。
Removing the engines from the airplane; inspecting them; inspecting the intakes and reinstalling the engines took three days; mainly because Jake Grafton demanded that a factory rep look at the pressor and turbine blades with a horoscope; which had to be flows in。
Consolidated's chief engineer was livid。 He was so furious that he didn't trust himself to speak; and turned away when anyone in uniform approached him。 Adele DeCrescentis was equally outraged; but she hid it better。 She listened to Rita and reviewed the telemetry and videotapes and grunted when Jake Grafton spoke to her。
The navy personnel left the Consolidated employees to their misery。
〃We're wasting our time flying that bird again;〃 Les Richards and George Wilson told Jake。 〃It's unsat and there is no possible fix that would cure the problem。 The whole design sucks。〃
〃How do you know they can't fix it?〃
〃Well; look at it。 At high angles of attack the intakes are blanked off by the cockpit and the shape of the fuselage; that aerodynamic shape。 How could they fix it?〃
〃Goddamn; I'm not an aeronautical engineer! How the hell would I know?〃
〃Well; I am;〃 Wilson said; 〃and they can't。〃
〃Never say never。 Regardless; we're going to fly this bird five times。 I don't want anyone to say that we didn't give Consolidated a fair chance。〃
〃We're wasting our time and the navy's money。〃
〃What's a few million?〃 Jake asked rhetorically。 The real objective was to get money for an acceptable airplane from Congress。 So he was philosophical。
Toad Tarkington slipped down the hall to his wife's room when he thought everyone else was in bed。 They had been running a low…profile romance since they arrived in Tonopah。
〃Tell me again;〃 Toad said; 〃just what that Consolidated test pilot said about stalls when you pumped him。 What's his name?〃
〃Stu Vinich。 He just said they ha