American Sky

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American Sky is the story of a young man going to work for a father and son, learning the skills for starting a Lycoming or Continental engine on a hot summer day, as well as the daily humor, courage, and vision to pursue dreams.

Whether attending a training session with a fellow pilot whose relative snapped the famous photograph of the Wright Brothers first flight, or listening to a grouchy cab driver’s pithy remarks before a long flight home, the author encounters people and ...

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Overview

American Sky is the story of a young man going to work for a father and son, learning the skills for starting a Lycoming or Continental engine on a hot summer day, as well as the daily humor, courage, and vision to pursue dreams.

Whether attending a training session with a fellow pilot whose relative snapped the famous photograph of the Wright Brothers first flight, or listening to a grouchy cab driver’s pithy remarks before a long flight home, the author encounters people and random experiences as if they’re signposts of life. He learns that a teacher can often be a place, a stranger, a storm, the sky itself.

The world comes awake, and on the eve of starting flight lessons, a World War Two veteran will insist the author give up sailplanes and experience powered flight, the joy of driving straight up into the clouds.

In American Sky, events and people shift in time and experiences blossom unexpectedly. Yet the influence of a mentor remains a visible, poignant anchor.

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As a world record skydiver and lover of all things related to aviation, I found American Sky enjoyable, meaningful and heartwarming. Tribuzzo brings exciting and noteworthy moments alive with his engaging style.  I found myself riding along in the cockpit as the stories took flight. —Jim McCormick, Five time skydiving world record holder, member of North Pole skydiving expedition, author of The Power of Risk.

Fred Tribuzzo captures the magic of becoming an Ohio aviator in American Sky. He conveys the special relationship between a flight student and his instructor in a very compelling manner. Plus, the reader will truly experience the camaraderie, the constant wonder and the occasional pure fear that only those who spend their lives in the cockpit really know. American Sky is a must read for anyone interested in flight and those who make that
flight happen!. — Richard G. Smith, III, retired NetJets Executive

In American Sky, Fred Tribuzzo has woven an intriguing yarn of contemporary aeronautical lore that is captivating, informative and interesting. In important ways, American Sky manages to be insightful and profoundly personal through the powerful lens of aviation, which is no mean feat. American Sky is certainly a must read for anyone who loves aviation, anyone who loves or seeks to enjoy the richness of life’s experiences and anyone who appreciates the literature of good story telling. —-Dr. I. Richmond Nettey, Ph.D., Associate Dean, College of Applied Engineering, Sustainability and Technology, Kent State University, Kent, Ohio

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781938467912
  • Publisher: Koehler Books
  • Publication date: 4/15/2014
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 1,421,735
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 8.90 (h) x 0.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Fred Tribuzzo has been published in Flying magazine and has flown aircraft from the J3 Cub to the fastest corporate jet ever made   the Citation Ten. He also flew internationally for eight years on a corporate Boeing 737 for the Columbus based Netjets company. On two separate tours of duty Fred played electric bass for the Numbers Band from northeastern Ohio, performing on four of the band's CDs. Tribuzzo received a fellowship in 1987 from the Ohio Arts Council for piano, oboe, and string compositions.

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Preface
My first flight emergency happened shortly after takeoff in a Cessna 152, a small two-seat trainer. There was no warning, no seat-of-the pants magic alerting me to the coming engine failure.
“Nail the airspeed—we’re hardly climbing,” I said without urgency, seeing my student in a shallow climb. “We need altitude.” A moment later the engine smoothly rolled back to idle rpm.
It was summer, late afternoon, the cockpit full of sunshine. I barked—“I’ve got it” and grabbed the control wheel and knocked his hand off the throttle making sure it was shoved all the way forward. My heart pounded as I lowered the nose transitioning to my best glide speed.
We were about 500 feet off the ground and had enough time and distance for two turns but not enough altitude to make it back to the runway. The carb heat and mixture controls were both in but the engine was still idling, developing barely enough power to overcome inertia and taxi, had we been on the ground.
My student—normally cocksure even when he flubbed a landing—now stared straight ahead, his hands resting on his legs. Nothing promising to my right, I looked past him and found a clearing alongside a cornfield. My first turn put me on a modified base leg with a short final to go. I lowered flaps twenty degrees and trimmed to relieve pressure on the control wheel. The sun would be at my back on final approach—a good thing.
I turned final and lowered the remainder of the flaps. My student asked if we should get on the radio, talk to somebody. “Not now—make sure I don’t hit anything.” It appeared the clearing offered about two thousand feet for landing, no surprises until lined up and another cornfield bordering the far end came into view.
Full flaps allowed for a steeper descent without increasing airspeed, a needed configuration to clear obstacles and land as slow as possible near the beginning of the field. We flew over a stand of trees and a barn. When my touchdown point advanced farther down the field, I lowered the nose and steepened the descent. The airspeed slightly increased but I didn’t make another adjustment. The speed would decrease rapidly when I raised the nose to slow the rate of descent and the wheels rolling through heavy grass would further help to decelerate the small trainer.
At touchdown, from the corner of my eye, I saw my student reach for the controls and stop, wanting to grab something as the 1600 pound trainer shook heartily across the uneven ground. With the nosewheel held off and still traveling near sixty miles per hour, I feared an unseen hole or a steep ditch burying the nose gear and flipping us on our backs.
Slowing, the wing lost more lift and the plane’s weight was transferred to the main wheels. Gravity started the nose toward the ground and I saw the cornfield rapidly approaching. I kept pressure on the brakes and pulled the mixture out, starving the engine of fuel. It died with a shudder and the prop parked at the two o’clock position. We came to a stop just as the white spinner of Cessna 152 nosed into the first row of cornstalks at barely walking speed.
Both of us exhaled, smiled, and started to climb out of the Cessna. Half out of the cockpit I leaned back inside to knock off the battery switch and grab the keys. Shifting my weight to exit I missed the step, scraped my shin and banged my knee—“Damnit!”
My lower leg burned and I limped making my way around the plane. There was no damage or dents along the skin and looking into the front of the engine cowling no obvious signs why we had lost power. At first neither my student nor I said a word. It was quiet in the “back forty” and humid on this August afternoon. Before long, a car appeared. It was Frank Corbi, my boss and owner of Miller Field.
“Frank, I finally learned something from you,” I said loudly, soon as he got out of the car.
“What’s that?” he smiled, dressed in his dark-blue jumpsuit, six feet tall, short-cropped gray hair, walking in his slow, thoughtful manner, arms swinging gently, timed to the internal rhythm of problem solving.
“I had one clear thought after another—Fly the airplane—Make a decision—Don’t overcontrol!” I said hyperventilating.
I looked over at my student to make sure he was absorbing this great lesson in flying, adding with bravado, “I nailed the pitch and airspeed.” I took a deep breath and shook my head, lowering my voice, saying “And then I lost it—stepped out the plane and skinned my leg.”
Everyone laughed and we followed Frank who started his inspection at the elevator, moving the control surface up and down. I stepped higher, fearful of stumbling or driving my foot into a groundhog hole.
The wind picked up, warm and playful, a beloved dog charging you after you’ve been gone all day. The wind had been light at takeoff and I hadn’t considered it for the emergency landing. Had a tail wind surprised us, we would have crashed through rows of corn before stopping.
My student was shaking his head, saying how glad he was to be back on terra firma in one piece. Although this guy could really get under my skin, he had temporarily shed the cool-dude persona. I saw a decent guy, a guy not hiding behind the dark mustache and smug, playboy exterior. He was thanking me with his eyes and I acknowledged with a nod.
“You and your student are in one piece and this little bird is pretty as ever,” Frank said, standing in front of the spinner, the cornstalks touching his back. “I watched you take off and heard that Lycoming get real quiet. I knew where you were headed. Good choice, you were too low anyway to make it back to the runway,” he said with relief. “You both get on the struts. I’ll push on the prop.”
We moved the Cessna back about ten feet. Clear of the field, Frank continued his inspection. Walking past the left wing strut, fingers gliding over the plane’s skin, he touched it like you do a horse, informing the animal of your presence as you move alongside it.
Feeling light-headed, I said, “Frank, I know it’s been only a couple hours ago since lunch, but I’m starving.”
“Well, you just burned up a bunch of calories making this landing. Once that old farmer gets out here we’ll go back and have a piece of pie, maybe some ice cream.”
“Pie and ice cream for everyone,” I announced as Frank pulled a screw driver from his back pocket and started unbuttoning the cowling for a look at the engine.
“I hope they have vanilla,” my student added.

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    A Fascinating Journey Through One Man's Life

    How often do you read an autobiography? Is it usually about a well-known figure, telling of his/her journey to where he/she is today? Most of us read fiction; it’s a relaxation thing, something to pull us into another world. I stepped out of my normal comfort zone and read American Sky by Fred Tribuzzo, an autobiography of his journey through life and the lives and experiences that made him the man he is today, a seasoned pilot who has seen the world, flown a multitude of planes, faced certain death and lived to tell the tale.
    Mr. Tribuzzo picks through his most memorable moments, the people who crossed his path and left him a better man and beaks them down chapter by chapter, strung together like short stories with one common bond, the author, himself. Fred Tribuzzo writes with feeling, he conveys his love of flying, the stress of being an airline pilot with the safety of hundreds of souls in his hands as he soars across the skies. Rich in the most intricate of details, from family to dear friends to the planes he is attached to, this journey of a not-so-well-known man is one that will bring a few laughs, a few tears and a new genre into your life.

    Is it for everyone? Maybe not, but how do you know if you don’t at least try a sample? I admit, sometimes I wish I knew more about aviation beyond finding the best deals and snagging the exit seat, American Sky was enlightening as well as well-written. This author has a good sense of style in his storytelling and this is an amazing tale. 4.5 Stars!

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