Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-07-05
ATWOOD HA[TS TRIP
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on the Boardwalk when he alighted. The
great crowd cheered him to the echo, all
| realizing that In order not to disappoint
| them he had bucked a vicious southerly
wind. which was so strong at times that
| the aeroplane appeared to stand still.
Atwood said afterward that at times
! he was compelled to use all the power in
his engine in order to make Roadway at
all. He estimated the velocity Of the
| wind that buffeted his course as high as
| fifty miles an hour. at attitudes varying
| from 500 to 500 feet.
The course Atwood had mapped out for
the flight from New York to Atlantic City
the aviator estimated at about 10 miles
He managed, after trying experience
ney, yet in doing SO he had to descend
three times en- route to replenish his
gasoline supply. Under normal condi-
tons the gasoline used in the flight would
have easily carried him all the way to
Washington.
Encounters a Gale.
II got away from Governors Island
| Atwood said. "about S:45 am, and the
minute I struck the coast line 1 was
beaten back by winds that averaged fifty
miles So busy was l kept fighting for
Roadway that l soon lost track of time,
the result being that when l saw the
Long Branch boardwalk l thought | had
reached Atlantic City and started to come
down The natives saw me coming and
gathered In great crowds to greet me.
found out my mistake. however, and pro-
ceeded without landing at Long Branch.
Il should explain that this is my first
visit to the Jersey coast cities, and l had
an idea that Atlantic City was the only
one of them that had boardwalk That
was the reason of the Long Branch and
later on the Asbury Park mistakes.
1T was about 10 O'Clock when / sighted
Asbury Park, and the, first thing recog
nized was a boardwalk. That's Atlantic
City, sure. ! said to myself. The walk
was damned with people, and I could see
them waving and at times l could hear
wild cheer. I never was SO certain of
anything in my life / was that the
place was Atlantic City. and down l
came. Remember that all this time l was
bucking winds that at times blew with
the force of gales, and the thought that
had managed to pillow through to At
lantic City in such good time made me as
happy as boy. | was not long in learn
ing my mistake. l landed on the beach in
the midst of great crowd that gave me
splendid welcome.
Not Atlantic City.
"A man pressed forward and grasped
my hand.
rs this Atlantic City,? asked.
No. my son. he answered; It's As
bury Park Atlantic City is more than
JOG miles south Of here
Il remained In Asbury Park about ten
minutes before resuming my flight When
I got away / realized that the wind had
freshened in the ten minutes, and the
going was as bad as could be imagined.
1t was like bucking a stone wall at times,
and time and time again the machine
just stood still UP there in the air. A
speed of ten miles an hour was fast fly
ing in some of the breezes / had to con-
tend with.
"All the time my gasoline was being
used up rapidly. and I was not getting
much nearer Atlantic City. Between AS
bury Park and Seagirt the buffeting l
had to contend with quickly reduced the
gasoline supply to minimum, and I de-
cided when l spotted what later turned
out to be Seagirt that / would have to
so. taking in five gallons, and once more
went up and resumed the battle with
the head winds.
Descends Second Time.
1T was the same old story. The wind
had not abated a bit. In fact. 1t seemed
to be stronger than ever. and 1 got the
full force. But I had made up my mind
to make Atlantic City. and kept plug
ging away. But the gasoline problem
again asserted itself. and / was within
about twenty miles of Atlantic City when
had to come down a second time for
fuel.
Il landed in a field near little place
called Tuckerton A farmer came out and
asked me to his place.
~ have heard lot about these air
ships. the old man said. but / never ex-
pected to see one right here in my own
| place
Il made my wants known. and was di-
| rected to a place where l secured five gal
| Ions more of gasoline. | was certain that
| this, with what ! had left, would be
| enough TO carry me to Atlantic City even
!, if IL was fight with gale all the way.
Il will never forget those last twenty
| miles of this flight. The wind was awful
| before, but that leg of the journey was
| the worst.
| Gasoline Gets Low Again.
| For miles at a time 1t seemed as If
| the machine simply could not buck its
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