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Click images to enlarge Immersed in technical research, Rudy’s
passion was not the War but the rewards and challenges of testing and
perfecting experimental aircraft.
“At the end of the War we were at an airfield close to the Danish border. One day, unexpectedly, a single railroad car arrived with fuel. We started to fuel and camouflage three 163s. It was a foggy morning. Suddenly, bombers were flying in from the West and there was an alarm. The three 163s took off to engage the bombers but one flew back, having broken off because of engine troubles. “After landing, the ground crew ran up the engine and found no problems. Now there was a question about the pilot’s account. Further complicating the situation was that the plane had been assembled and flown without any real checkout, but that was the reality of the War at that point. So I said, ‘Let’s fly it and see about the engine.’ By then, it was in the afternoon. Just after I lifted off, sure enough, the fire light came on. I couldn’t go straight out over the water, as it was a cold April and there was nobody to pick me up. I pushed the quick release to jettison the fuel. “Fuel vapors then appeared in the cockpit and I figured I had to bail out. When I got the canopy off, the airflow circulated from the back towards the front of the cockpit. As I made my approach to land, there was fire in the cockpit. I was sitting on the parachute and figured it had gotten pretty hot and was getting hotter and may not open.
“I missed the runway, probably by 20 degrees. Suddenly, I saw the roof of a house very close by, and the plane touched down, flew a bit, touched down again, settled down in a meadow and continued forward, plowing through a stone fence, leaving the wings behind. It came to rest near a ditch with a little creek. I had injured my collarbone but was able to get free of the plane and shortly fell unconscious. I came to for a moment and remember seeing cannon tracers exploding from the plane and bouncing off the hillside as the plane burned. “I didn’t miss the airfield by much, and people were quickly attracted to the explosion and billows of smoke. They all thought that was the end of me. A farmer who lived nearby said, ‘There’s a guy down there, he told me to run away because it will explode.’ I was lying in that ditch close to the water and remained unconscious until they found me. They took me to the hospital. That was the last flight I made in the 163. “When the ground crew had told me that the pilot of that plane had come back and yet the engine ran normally, I knew it would forever be on that pilot’s mind. They would have blamed him for letting the other guys face the bombers on their own, you know. I heard from one of the pilots in that unit, 25 years later, after he had moved to Canada. He said it was his turn to fly that aircraft on the next shift, and he was so glad I had checked it out!”
After the War, Rudy and his wife, Hanna (she had been his nurse after his last 163 flight), moved to the U.S., where Rudy continued his long and successful career as a test pilot at the Aeronautical Research and Development Center at Wright-Patterson AFB and later with the the gas turbine division of Avco Lycoming. He served as an FAA pilot examiner for private commercial and flight-instructor certificates for over three decades. Rudy has always been one to pursue every avenue necessary to perfect the flying qualities of the aircraft he tested, often at great personal risk and always with great perseverence. “That Lippisch team was a wonderful team—one that wouldn’t just push in one direction. Superior handling was as important as performance. When we wanted to solve a problem, it was done regardless. That was our real success: that we produced an aircraft whose handling and performance had not been duplicated anywhere.” In 1984, Rudy was elected and certified by the Society of Exper-imental Test Pilots as an Honorary Fellow, and in 1994, was inducted into the United States Soaring Hall of Fame by the Soaring Society of America. One of the great aviators and test pilots of our century, Rudy, with a twinkle in his eye, a quick smile and a lifelong enthusiasm for flight that knows no boundaries, continues to help aspiring pilots earn their wings at the local soaring club in Connecticut.
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