Anyone else ever get to meet Dallas Clinger,of Alpine Wyoming? he was Wyoming's first and only flying Ace, and a Flying Tiger through and through.
I first met him in '87 when I landed my Pterodactyl ultralight on the road near Hoback Junction. The Alpine Valley, in the morning especially, can give you many different wind direction indications. I'd eyeballed the windsock at the airport and then landed a 1/2 mile away, bad idea, totally
different wind direction, 90 degrees different anyway. That was major for a 2 axis controlled ultralight. I didn't ground loop, but did end up in the ditch on the side of the road (NO traffic of course, I wasn't stupid , even back then), and no damage was done, just a slo mo uncontrolled drift into the barrow pit.
As I was pulling it out and getting my sh*t back together an older guy on a Vespa motor scooter rode up, and asked if I was all right. "Oh yeah", I said, "I just taxied off the road to get out of the way". "Bullshit", he said, "you damn near ground looped". Then he told me to get on the Vespa, and we rode the couple hundred yards to his roadside cafe (where the Nordic Inn is now). He told me to sit down, which I did, I mean he was a bad ass older guy, very intimidating, and he had a major attitude! Not until he personally served me coffee (on the house that day, and for years later) did I catch onto the fact he was jerking me around! He was tickled to death to have me fly in, and in short order I was informed as to who the heck he was and how he fit into the scheme of things.
I really didn't have the interest and appreciation I do now for any historical figure concerning aviation (like the times I had dinner with Anne Morrow Linbergh's brother, who was my girlfriends step father, but I digress), all I knew was that Dallas was a hoot and I was always welcome, no matter where and how I landed. He died suddenly a few years later (a stroke or brain aneurysm as I recall), a good quick way to go for a guy like him, he would have made lousy invalid!
I can only guess what a tough guy he was in his 20's, when flying in the Tigers, it took very little imagination to invision him as he used to be. I still miss him every time I head to Alpine for breakfast, it ain't the same.
