Peter Garrison One good aeroplane deserves another. The first aeroplane to cross the Atlantic was a war surplus Vickers Vimy bomber with a wingspan of 21 metres. The Spirit of St. Louis had a 14-meter wing. In 1975 I made the 3,200-kilometre trip from Gander, Newfoundland to Shannon, Ireland, byRead More →

Peter Garrison Ah, to fly like a bird – but which bird? Every afternoon my partner Nancy and I walk around Echo Park Lake. Two miles from downtown Los Angeles, Echo Park Lake is not Walden Pond. It is man-made, cement lined, shallow, and ringed by a paved walk onRead More →

Peter Garrison Forget it. You haven’t got a chance. So I muttered to myself as I closed a fascinating book called, The Enigma of the Aerofoil. The author, David Bloor, is an emeritus professor at the University of Edinburgh whose field is the sociology of science: how cultural and personalRead More →

Peter Garrison Why do we turn left in the pattern, when we could turn right? Thirsting for knowledge, I Googled why we drive on one side of the road rather than the other. I found a lot of obvious rubbish about quarrelsome knights and Roman charioteers. I suspect that whatRead More →

Peter Garrison Someone once suggested that if you want to know how you would feel crossing an ocean in a single-engine aeroplane, you should just fly out to sea for a couple of hours and then turn around and come back. There’s something about being out of sight of landRead More →