Notice the newspapers taped over the windows. Photo courtesy of Clyde Barker.
ed no time in grilling the teen on preflight in-
spections, flaps-extended speeds, and visual
flight rules--right there on the first floor of
the flight tower. A few minutes later the two
strapped into a nifty Piper Cherokee 140, and
Charlie put him through a rigorous flight test.
By the time they touched down, Clyde was a
training and would soon receive his pilot's li-
cense, visited the friendly airport most week-
ber 1972 a seventeen-year-old Clyde Barker
arrived for the sole purpose of passing his
check ride and earning his pilot's license.
The closest general aviation airport, Tim's
Airpark, a short eight miles west, no longer
had a pilot examiner and Ray had recently
hired Charlie Cole, an FAA certified pilot ex-
aminer, to give flight checks. Clyde remem-
bers the day he and his father, Bill Barker,
showed up--not long after Ray had repaved
the ramp and runway. Clyde arrived on his