The exhilarating -- and highly dangerous -- sport of air racing
Flying through the sky at 210 mph, his airplane careening out of control, the water below approaching rapidly,
Kindlemann is a 37-year-old rookie pilot on the Red Bull Air Racing circuit, and he had just entered the racecourse over the waters of the Swan River in Perth, Australia, on April 15 for his first practice flight of the weekend. In Red Bull Air Racing, pilots maneuver one at a time through a series of 65-foot-tall inflatable gates and cones -- think slalom skiing in the sky -- at heights as low as 10 feet and at speeds as high as 235 mph. There's an oh-so-delicate balance between maintaining control while fighting organ-moving G-forces and achieving top speed through the course, and now Kindlemann, a native of Sao Paulo, Brazil, was about to live out the worst fear of pilots in air racing: crashing in the water.
As he sliced through the gates on this gray afternoon, an unexpected gust of wind -- perhaps as strong as 40 mph -- blew across the water. In an instant, the left wing of his propeller-driven MXS-R aircraft stalled, losing aerodynamic lift. At a little more than 200 mph, the lightweight carbon fiber plane plummeted left wing first into the river. A geyser of water shot into the air and enveloped the plane, and it flipped once. When it finally came to rest upside-down, Kindlemann was conscious but disoriented. Water gushed into the cockpit. He grabbed the oxygen bottle that every pilot carries, but the cold, murky water poured in so quickly that he lost hold of the bottle after only a few breaths. With more than 140,000 fans on the shoreline watching, it appeared that Kindlemann was about to become the first fatality in the history of Red Bull Air Racing.
Two days earlier Kindlemann had spent several hours in a swimming pool in Perth simulating this exact scenario. Along with other Red Bull Air Racing pilots, Kindlemann experienced being submerged upside-down in a makeshift cockpit, and was taught how to calmly evacuate. It had seemed so easy then. But now he couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. For the first time in his life he experienced an entirely new emotion, one that he never felt in his more than 1,200 hours of acrobatic flying: he was terrified.
The moment Kindlemann splashed into the water, three divers perched atop high-speed Sea-Doos at river's edge hit their accelerators, buzzing toward the crash site. Time -- what a racing pilot lives by, what he's constantly challenging, monitoring, fighting -- was more precious than ever now. Within a minute, the divers reached Kindlemann's overturned plane and jumped into the water.
Another minute passed. The crowd was silent; the wind whistled off the water, everyone's eyes riveted on the downed plane. But then a diver emerged with Kindlemann in his arms. The two were pulled by safety workers into a rescue boat, which raced to land. Ten minutes after he went into the water, Kindlemann was on a gurney in the emergency room at Royal Perth Hospital. Lying here, looking at the ER ceiling, he couldn't believe his luck: Aside from whiplash, he suffered no injuries.
"I will never stop flying," says Kindlemann, who was released from the hospital 24 hours after his crash and will return to racing when the circuit stops in Berlin in July. "It was really dark and scary being in the water. I didn't like it. In this sport things happen in fractions of a second. I know the risk. Looking back, it seems like it wasn't me. Because when I see video of it, I think one thing: That guy in there is dead. He must be. I only believe he's not because, well ... I'm that guy. I wonder some times who we are. Sometimes, it's hard to believe what we do."
It is hard to believe, virtually everything about air racing. On Sunday the Red Bull Air Racing circuit, which consists of 10 races around the globe, will swoop into New York City for the first time for a race over the Hudson River between Lower Manhattan and Jersey City. With the Statue of Liberty as a backdrop and the skyscrapers of Midtown looming the distance, the pilots will attack a 3.2-mile course with seven gates and 13 pylons. "The New York City track is so tight that it will be like watching bumble bees in a jam jar," says one pilot. "The will be no cigar moments for the pilots, no time to enjoy the scenery."
So what is the seductive allure of air racing? Why do some well-heeled fans pay $1,700 to sit in the Red Bull High Flyers Club to drink Champaign, nibble on steak and lobster dishes served by model-worthy waitresses, watch the race, and mingle with the pilots afterward? Why have
First the plane, which has taken off from an airport miles away, appears as a speck on the horizon. Over a PA system, the race director announces that the pilot has been cleared to compete -- the equivalent of Gentlemen, start your engines! As the plane nears the course, the thrill of possibility pumps through the crowd of the thousands that have lined up along the water, the noise level rising with every heartbeat. Then, suddenly, the plane swoops down from 1,000 feet to 20, the roar of its 350-horsepower engine so loud you feel it sledgehammer your eardrums, thump your chest, and tap your temples. The plane weaves though the course, executing impossibly sharp turns just a few feet above the water at over 200 mph. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the plane thunders away into the distance, once again becoming a speck on the horizon. It is an intoxicating minute of racing -- a dazzling display of hand-eye coordination, stamina, and, let's be honest here, profound guts.
"This sport is as close as you'll get to achieving the dream of strapping wings onto your back and seeing what you can do," says pilot
It's a sun-baked June afternoon in Windsor, Canada, and Lamb is in his hanger at the tiny Windsor International Airport, which has been transformed into racing headquarters for the air race in Windsor that is three days away. The Red Bull Air Racing series was launched in 2005 and there are currently 15 pilots competing from 12 countries (there are two from the U.S.,
This is the subject that Lamb ponders as he sits on a chair next to his yellow-and-black race plane. He grabs a sheet of paper that bears a diagram of the racing course over the Detroit River, which separates Canada from the United States. "This sport is 50 percent machine and 50 percent man," says Lamb, 53, who lives in Oxfordshire, England. "It's all about aggression and precision and how far you're willing to push it and take chances. You've got to pick your line through the course and commit to it. I'll study this course map for hours and hours."
The roots of air racing can be traced to Reims, France in 1909 when, six years after the first flight by the Wright brothers, the first race was held. Aviation as entertainment gained in popularity after World War I when hundreds of former war pilots flew WWI surplus biplanes from farm to farm across the American and European countryside, offering rides in return for a nickel hamburger or gasoline. Often sleeping outdoors under their wings at night, these original barnstormers -- so named because they would brazenly fly through barns -- raced and performed tricks such as walking to the edge of their wings while in flight.
But it wasn't until 2005 that air racing had a formal series. Two years earlier Red Bull founder
"We didn't want to be like Reno," says Loidl, who is now the CEO of Red Bull Air Racing. "Safety is paramount to us, which is why we only race one plane at a time. But we've found something, because we're growing rapidly. Last year we had 3.5 million spectators see races live and another 270 million from around the world watched on television. We had nearly a million fans show up at Rio de Janeiro earlier this year. Our goal is to become the most popular form of motor sport in the world, and I think we're getting there."
On June 4 at Windsor more than 40,000 fans lined the Detroit River to watch a practice session. At just past 2 p.m., the planes began darting through the 15 gates and pylons, a stream of white smoke spewing out of the belly of each aircraft as it navigated the mile-long obstacle course. The pilots pull as many as 12 Gs (meaning they weigh 12 times their usual body weight) during their runs that last a little over one minute; a commercial flight, by contrast, rarely pulls more than 2 Gs. To avoid losing consciousness in the cockpit, pilots take short, quick breaths and clench as many muscles as they can when they make their acrobatic, gravity-defying turns to prevent as much blood as possible from rushing out of the brain. Red Bull pilots often give toned-down rides to VIPs and reporters, and some pilots will tell you -- not for attribution -- that they secretly relish making their passengers pass out, if only for a moment, to underscore the physical conditioning it takes to flourish in this form of air racing.
Ten minutes into the practice session, Hannes Arch, the 2008 World Champion who has won the last three air races, blasts onto the three-dimensional track. But just seconds later, he turns too tightly between pylons, loses control of his aircraft, and falls to within three feet of the water. On the riverbank, thousands of fans scream. But Arch suddenly ascends a few feet, then smashes through the top portion of a breakaway pylon. With the sail-like material of the pylon draped around his left wing, Arch flies back to the Windsor airport. He's visibly shaken as he climbs out of his cockpit. "That," he says, "was scary."
A racing pilot is only as good as his confidence level. Every pilot has a video specialist who, while standing on a tall building near the racecourse, will record every opposing pilot's line through the course. When the rival pilots saw Arch's mistake on video, they knew they had an opening. The sport's top gun was wounded -- mentally. "He'll be thinking about that for a long time," said Lamb. "Close calls haunt you and cause you to naturally become more cautious."
Indeed, the next day during the second practice session Arch is uncharacteristically slow -- he's seventh on the speed chart -- while Lamb posts the fastest run of the afternoon. Lamb is the favorite heading into race day, which boils down to three sessions in which the pilots are allowed only one run: in the first the fastest 12 pilots advance; in the second the fastest eight move on; the fastest four make the finals. "The pressure builds as race day goes on because you know some guys hold back early," says
With more than 110,000 fans gazing into the overcast sky for the finals, Arch, who had endured three virtually sleepless nights after his near-crash, puts together a flawless run. He makes his Edge 450 aircraft look like a humming bird squirting through the course. When he crosses the finish line, the crowd erupts when his time flashes on a large video screen: 1:05.96, a course record. "A great run," Arch says later. "Recovering mentally from my big mistake was hard."
The final racer of the day is Lamb. Midway through his flight, he's ahead of Arch's time, which prompts the crowd to belch another roar. The race's PA announcers, who are sitting at river's edge, breathlessly describe Lamb's run as a thing of beauty, as the perfect flight. But then, in an eye-blink, Lamb commits one costly blunder: His right wing clips the top of a cone in a gate, which is a six second penalty. "Oh no," an announcer yells. His words echo up and down the river as Lamb crosses the finish line and then disappears into the horizon. Arch wins.
"I was looking ahead to the next turn and I just lost my concentration," Lamb says an hour later, sipping a glass of red wine in the Red Bull High Flyers Club set up along the river. "The smallest things mean so much in this sport. But I'm going to get those buggers in New York."
Shortly after saying this, Lamb closes his eyes and imagines he's on the course over the Hudson. With his arms stretched out wide like wings, he sways back and forth as if he's in the cockpit, hurtling through the turns. He's smiling softly. If you didn't know any better, you'd think Nigel Lamb, who had just lost the race, was the happiest man on earth. "I am," he says quietly, "especially when I'm up in the sky."