Without going into all the details leading up to my ‘event’ today, here is what actually happened in the cockpit.
Going into the track, I had mentally prepared for a SW wind, which involved a slight change for one of the gate angles, though it was clear there was only a slight breeze, and it was more from the WNW.
Once in the track, I felt I was flying quite well, back to my normal smoothness and the engine was feeling strong in the cold conditions. In general, at the halfway point I felt I was on a pretty good time.
Coming back on the second lap, I noted to myself that the wind was not as I had planned and I had no need for the angle change going into gate 11, the first of the Knife Edge gates.
Unfortunately, mental preparation is a powerful tool, and regardless, I still found myself going into the Knife Edge gate deeper than I needed to. This then had a follow on effect that I came through the next Knife Edge gate, gate 12, pointing almost straight at gate 13.
It is well known by all the pilots that the turn out of gate 12 is challenging and requires some of the turn completed before the gate, what we call getting some turn room. Unfortunately, I no longer had the opportunity to get my normal amount of turn room, so ended up flying through gate 12 with a very large angle required to make it back to the Chicane.
This is where I made my grave mistake. Rather than taking the aircraft to its limit and seeing if it had enough turn potential to get around the corner, I looked at where I wanted to go and tried to force the aircraft to that point.
Aircraft will only develop so much lift, I know where that limit is in my aircraft, though unfortunately I exceeded this limit momentarily which resulted in a dynamic stall of the wing.
I felt the wing let go and roll slightly to the left, and it all happened pretty quick from there. I was able to get the wing un-stalled and started rolling right and pulling. I felt an impact, which after review was the left wingtip, then I was flying again.
I knew I was still descending so I thought it was probably my gear coming off. I then had a second impact, which felt a lot worse, which I thought was probably the prop and tail hitting the water (it is quite amazing how quickly and clearly you think in a situation like this).
Basically, I just kept flying the aircraft the whole time, not giving up on it, and luckily for me, it retained enough energy and angle of attack to be able to drag itself out of the water (believe me, the water felt as though it was trying grab me).
Looking at the photos, I was quite surprised how much the impact nosed the aircraft over trying to flip me into the water.
From there great support came in from the Air Race. Drew Searle, the race director, was talking with me about how things looked on an initial inspection from the TV camera in the tail. It was he that first informed me that my wingtip was damaged (I did not know that my wings had hit at that point) and I informed him I thought my gear was gone.
I stayed orbiting in the race box so I had support if I had to ditch, had Jurg in the camera helicopter join and inspect me. It took a little while to confirm that my gear was still on, though we were not sure how strong it was.
During this time, my thoughts were for my family who were on the ground watching as this occurred – not something I want to put them through!
I was then handed over to Nigel Lamb who was in his MXS in the hold, who joined and inspected. He informed me that apart from the wheel pant missing, the landing gear looked intact, though the tires may be damaged.
I then flew back to the airfield, declared an emergency with the tower, though emergency services were already on standby due to the efficient coordination from the race.
I climbed up to 2000’ to slow down and conduct a controllability check (making sure I can slow the aircraft down to landing speed without an issue), then flew a wide circuit to land. I was still not sure if the gear was damaged, or the tires were flat, so I had to make a slow and smooth landing, half expecting the gear to collapse, or have directional issues on touch down.
Jurg followed me in, confirmed it looked clean on landing and I taxied off to a normal shut down.
From there, off to the doctor for a quick check up, Pedita was driven out to see me, I did a press conference, then started working on the aircraft.
Now after only 4 hours after the event, I am sitting in my hotel room, rather disappointed in myself, though glad to be here getting a hug from my family.
Jack is packing the aircraft as we speak and it will be on a truck tonight enroute to the factory in North Carolina for assessment and repairs .
Then it is just a matter of me getting my brain back in the game, and the aircraft back in the air.
So, what are the lessons here? A touch of overconfidence, when on a good run, clouded my natural instincts…for me, stay in the present, fly the aircraft, don’t think about the result that may be ahead.
Thanks for everyone’s support, we will be back!!
Matt.








