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True first-hand account of a mishap involving mistaken identity that occurred during the 1971 South American Gliding (Soaring) Championship held in Ribeirão Preto, state of São Paulo, Brazil. A contestant glider pilot is forced to land in the countryside and is mistaken for a foreign Spy by local police.
True first-hand account of a mishap involving mistaken identity that occurred during the 1971 South American Gliding (Soaring) Championship held in Ribeirão Preto, state of São Paulo, Brazil. A contestant glider pilot is forced to land in the countryside and is mistaken for a foreign Spy by local police.
True first-hand account of a mishap involving mistaken identity that occurred during the 1971 South American Gliding (Soaring) Championship held in Ribeirão Preto, state of São Paulo, Brazil. A contestant glider pilot is forced to land in the countryside and is mistaken for a foreign Spy by local police.
identity mix-up mishap that occurred at an official South American Gliding (Soaring) Championship event held in the town of Ribeirão Preto, state of São Paulo, Brazil many years ago in the past. The year was 1971 (or was it ‘72?) and the location was the small town of Ribeirão Preto, far out into the countryside in the state of São Paulo and largely sugar cane and coffee agricultural territory. The name of the town of Ribeirão Preto is translated from Portuguese (Brazilian) to English as “Black Creek.” Now, it’s not every day that a 16 year-old boy gets the chance to participate in and experience first-hand the combined sense of adventure and feeling of comradeship to be gained by being part of a Glider ground-recovery team that was equipped with a jeep, ham radio and trailer... I was thrilled naturally, you can well imagine! However, as I began the long journey by car with my father - who was a gliding enthusiast and student pilot - from São Paulo to Ribeirão Preto that early summer day, I had no idea how weird, gripping and surprising our participation in this gliding championship would turn out to be! Upon arrival at the Ribeirão Preto airport hosting the gliding championship, I was assigned to a ground-recovery team for one of the gliding pilot contestants from our gliding club located in another small town called Itu (near São Paulo). The pilot’s first name was “Hans” I seem to recall, and he was a tall, robust, and friendly middle aged fellow of German descent who was one of the premier pilots from our glider club. His flying craft was also one of the best at that time, an ultra-sleek and ham- radio equipped white colored single-seat Libelle glider (German design) which can boast of a 39-to-1 maximum gliding ratio. As part of championship competition rules, the glider also had a camera specially fitted to it to take pictures of ground checkpoints in order to provide definitive proof later that the craft had indeed flown over them. As member of the ground-recovery crew, our job was simply to keep track of the location/progress of the team’s glider when it took off for its triangular and closed circuit course each day and to be ready to respond for a ground pick- up should the glider be forced to land before returning to its point of origin. The wings of the glider can be detached once on the ground and it was then just a matter of loading the body and two wing sections on the towing trailer, securing the load, and then towing it back to the airport. On day two or three of the gliding championship, we learned some time after our pilot Hans had taken off, that he had found sufficient gliding conditions that hot day among the myriad of well-developed cumulus clouds and ample altitude to begin the triangular course. Within some matter of hours, however, it appeared that Hans was going to have to abandon his attempt at completing the course and worse yet, was going to have to perform an improvised landing in some farmer’s fields since he could not sustain his altitude and get back to the airport. Our ground- recovery crew was called into action. We embarked in the jeep with a map and trailer in tow and left the airport heading on roads that would eventually get us to the same coordinates that the pilot had radioed to us. It took considerable map consulting and round-about driving for a number of hours, but we eventually neared to the reported downed location of the craft. We drove into the outskirts of a small village along dirt and unimproved roads amongst the sugar cane fields, through a cluster of small houses and buildings which was some small village center, and then headed farther into the countryside in search of the glider and its pilot. Within several minutes we saw the safely landed glider which was some small distance off the dirt road in what looked like an uncultivated farmer’s field. As we approached closer by driving directly across that field, it became apparent that the pilot Hans was nowhere in sight, and that the glider wings had already been detached. Suddenly I heard the sound of another jeep vehicle approaching from behind us in pursuit. A good look revealed the source of the noise and forced the sudden realization of our predicament upon me when I saw someone actually standing up in the jeep as it got nearer to us. That someone was holding and pointing a real sub-machine gun directly at us. They were obviously some official looking police personnel in uniforms. They halted their jeep directly next to us and made it clear that we were to be detained. We were told to put up our hands! As I soon found out, these were actual village police and they had already detained our pilot Hans and now they were escorting us back to the village at gun point to join the “Spy” they had captured earlier. They forced us to enter a small jail cell with a dirt floor where we also found our pilot Hans. Despite our repeated protestations that we were all part of the Gliding Championship event currently happening in Ribeirão Preto, the police did not believe that to be the case, in fact they thought that this tall German looking pilot was in fact a “Spy” since clearly his flying craft had a camera in it for taking pictures of the land below it. We learned that our captors hadn’t heard anything about a South American Gliding Championship and so they had naturally assumed the worse! We were stuck in the small jail cell it seemed for probably up to an hour or so while the police investigated by making several phone calls to government officials (who represented the equivalent of the Brazilian “Federal Aeronautic” bureau office I suppose), to find out if our story was indeed true. At long last, the police were convinced of our authentic identity and the purpose of the flying craft, its camera, pilot and ground-crew, so they released us unharmed from the jail cell. Our ground-recovery team and the pilot then went back to the sailplane’s landing site, loaded the partially disassembled craft onto the trailer and drove it back to the Ribeirão Preto airport uneventfully. What a crazy case of mistaken identity this little adventure had been! I’ll probably never be able to forget these true and colorful events that happened almost 40 years ago!