Sunday, May 24, 2009

Kicking Tin

Last February, a commuter flight from Newark to Buffalo entered a spin and crashed while configuring to land, killing all 49 aboard and one on the ground. It was the worst airline crash in seven years.

How is it that a perfectly good airplane just stops flying? On hearing that it occurred at night where icing had been reported, I assumed the crew had been caught out by airframe icing, which, particularly in smaller airplanes, can lead to losing control while configuring to land. As it turns out, that is only part of the story.

Two weeks ago, the New York Times reported on the National Transportation Safety Board's (NTSB) cockpit voice recorder (CVR) transcripts and digital flight data recorder (DFR) reconstruction of the flight's final two minutes.

As non-specialist reporting goes, I must give credit where it is due: the reporter went about as far as he could, stuck pretty closely to the facts, and made no significant errors; it is a very credible piece of work. Since I am a specialist, though, I am going to dissect the mishap a little more closely than did Mr. Wald. I am going to speculate a bit, but I will make it clear when I am doing so.

First, a precis of the mishap itself. [Some of this goes beyond anything in the NTSB documents. It is not speculation, though, as the information comes from DFR based flight path simulation video.
  • The Bombardier Dash 8 was slowing to final approach speed, 118 knots, at glide slope intercept altitude, about 1700 feet above the ground.

  • A few seconds before extending the extending the flaps to 15 degrees, the airspeed decayed to Vmin (1.3 times the stall speed for the configuration).

  • At this point the stick shaker activated, and the throttles advanced to nearly full power. The stick shaker warns of approaching the stall angle of attack; i.e., the angle between the wing and the relative wind that produces the maximum lift, and beyond which lift quickly decreases.

  • The pilot flying (PF, the Captain in this case) reacted to the stick shaker by pulling on the yoke.

  • The airspeed then decayed at an increasing rate until the wings stalled, and the stall was allowed to progress into a spin.

  • It took approximately 12 seconds for the aircraft's ground speed to go from 150 mph to zero.

So, how did the crew convert a perfectly good airplane into a smoking hole? The reasons read like a laundry list of Things Best Not Done: lack of professionalism, complacency & inattention, inadequate flying skill, incomplete training, and a longstanding transport category aircraft instrumentation omission. Oh yeah, and airframe icing. Everything but the first is my speculation.

The story's headline highlights a specific infraction: the pilots, particularly the Captain, far from rigorously observed the sterile cockpit rule. It prohibits non-essential conversation any time the aircraft is moving below 10,000 feet, or when in a climb / descent within 1000' of the new altitude. Almost all the Captains I fly with hew closely to that requirement; it is striking how often mishap CVRs show the opposite. Further, the first officer (FO) was suffering a head cold, and should probably have removed herself from the schedule.

The report mentions possible fatigue due to commuting -- the Capt slept in the crew lounge, and the FO commuted all night. However, flight ops can be astonishingly abusive of sleep cycles. Fatigue comes with the territory*, and cockpit discipline is the primary means to combat its effects. Besides, no amount of fatigue short of deep REM sleep explains the mishap sequence, and really tired people tend not to chatter.

Complacency and its evil twin, inattention, are an unfortunate consequence of modern glass cockpit aircraft with flight management systems (FMSs). Since FMSs know a great deal about the aircraft, its position in space, phase of flight and destination, the airplane takes care of many things itself. Among other things, FMS equipped aircraft will set target airspeeds based upon configuration, maintain those speeds with a combination of pitch and thrust while the automatic systems are engaged, and will even resume automatic control of the throttles to prevent speed excursions outside the allowed range.**

FMSs are, in general, great contributors to flight safety. When the conditions are not permissive (lots of traffic, bad weather, fatigue), an FMS provides two advantages. First, through programming approach details, it allows shifting some workload to the far less busy cruise phase. Second, in the terminal environment, it allows the crew to tell the airplane what to do without getting involved in the nitty gritty of actually making it happen. A woodpecker does not always have the best view of a forest.

Unfortunately, FMSs, while very good, are not perfect.

Sometimes they just do weird, umm, things.*** Glass babies, those who have spent essentially all their time on FMS, as opposed to clueless round dial airplanes, have a tendency to become passive observers. Well, the good ones, that is. The rest become merely passive.

What FMSs don't know, they cannot learn. There is no teaching an FMS about a wing with ice (actually, there can be; more later). It knows what the speed target for a configuration is, but it can be caught trying to do the impossible: fly a configuration predicated airspeed for a wing it no longer has.

That computers are imperfect, to the point of perversity, should come as no surprise to anyone more sentient than an iPhone. To comprehend that perversity, though, requires sufficient skill to know when the machine has boarded the handcart to hell. It is at this point, perhaps in the interest of avoiding speculation, where an otherwise well written newspaper article comes up a little short.

For all airplanes, there is a certain cadence to configuration for approach. While I am not a Dash 8 pilot, I am virtually certain that the pilots were in step with that cadence. The aircraft should have been roughly 15 knots above Vmin as the flaps went to fifteen degrees, and Vmin should have decreased by around 15 knots as the flaps extended.

For those of you at home in the pixel audience keeping score, a final approach speed of 118 should have a Vmin of around 113, and Vstall with landing flaps of roughly 87 knots. Vstall at the 15 degree flap setting would have been higher, but not much.

To put it in more notional terms, the crew was operating the airplane appropriately, but completely failed to take on board that it wasn't flying correctly: Vmin was far too high for the altitude, weight and configuration. The FMS was calculating Vmin on angle of attack, and target speeds on configuration. Those didn't add, and the pilots were too lackadaisical and ill-informed to break the code.

Being surprised is a wonderful thing. During Christmas and birthdays, that is. In the air, surprise is never, ever, good. Despite the wrapping being long off the gift -- the crew had almost 20 seconds to suss that the "foot" (the red vertical bar on the airspeed display indicating every bit of what red intuitively means) was where it most certainly did not belong -- neither pilot gave the tiniest sign of acknowledgment. Where mental warning flags and alarm bells should have been waving and clanging furiously, there was mere uncomprehending passivity.

So when the stick shaker fired up, it was a Jack-in-the-box moment to a crew who wasn't even aware the crank had been wound. Here is where inadequate flying skill comes into play. Yanking on the yoke when it is vibrating like a bad rental car at highway speed is just wrong. Like turning right at Indy, it is one of those elemental things one would think lies well into the realm of instinct.

This is where training needs to take a hit. My airplane is fully automated. And, oh by the way, it is the only one I have flown that doesn't require memorizing, or even knowing -- because the information is not available -- pitch and power settings for various airspeeds and configurations. Perhaps the Dash 8 is similar. Adding injury to insult, the flight manual essentially requires flying with the flight director (FMS computed steer-to bars) on. This does incredible violence to the control-performance concept of instrument flying (To abbreviate: setting specific attitude and power in order to obtain desired altitude, airspeed and heading. Repeat quickly and continuously). There is one sure result here. Performance cross check will atrophy because it almost never matters. Flight departments need to encourage turning off all the magic when conditions are permissive. I know of at least one that, until a couple days ago, did not.

All these paragraphs, and not one word about something that featured prominently, even amongst the impertinent chatter: icing. It is what caused Vmin to be so much higher than it should have been.

There are two things to be said here.

First, so what. There is no way the crew could to mount a response to that about which they were oblivious.

The second points an accusatory finger at aircraft designers. Angle of attack (AOA), the angular difference between the wing and the airflow, is essentially an instantaneous measure of the amount of lift the wing is producing with respect to how much lift it can produce. For a given combination of g-load, altitude, airspeed, weight and configuration, there is precisely one angle of attack. Not only is AOA the most fundamental measure of performance, it is also mechanically the simplest.

In fighter type aircraft, AOA is (g-limits notwithstanding) everything. In the realm relevant to the case at hand, the airspeed corresponding to landing weight is the crosschecked with AOA. If they match, wonderful. If not, something is up. Oh, and fly AOA on final.

Oddly, transport category aircraft ignore AOA so thoroughly that it isn't displayed anywhere. Had the the FMS been designed to fly AOA and compare the resulting airspeed against target airspeed, it would not have been trying to do the impossible. (Since the pilots had already proven themselves blind to the obvious, I doubt the addition of AOA would have caused them to change the outcome.) I can think of at least several crashes that would have been prevented with more emphasis on, and clear display of, AOA.

Flying can get very ugly very quickly. Once airborne, there is no pulling off to the side of the road. Cars do not fall through the pavement, or suddenly decide to head for the nearest ditch, if they get slow. This crew was undisciplined, oblivious and incompetent. I admit up front I don't know precisely what distinguishes profession from occupation, or occupation from marking off time. Despite that definitional inability, though, I insist that taking people into the air qualifies as a profession, and this pair comprehensively failed to meet even minimal requirements: they were passengers like the other 47 on board, distinguished only by getting paid for the trip.

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Miscellaneous notes about the article.

Officials of Colgan Air, the company that operated the Continental flight, offered startling testimony that pointed fingers at their own pilots.

John Erwin Barrett, the airline’s director of flight standards, said neither pilot in the twin-engine turboprop was paying attention to the flight instruments. A month after the crash, he said, a Colgan crew in the same model plane, a Bombardier Dash 8 Q400 on approach to Burlington, Vt., received the same warning of a stall, and recovered smoothly, landing without incident.


Officials at Colgan Air should be aware of when their own foot is in the crosshairs. Getting to the point of stall warning on a transport category aircraft means something has already gone badly wrong, no matter how successful the recovery.

Many recent crashes have raised questions about training and judgment, as opposed to mechanical failure — for example, the crash of another twin-engine turboprop, in Kirksville, Mo., in 2004, in which the crew violated operating rules and joked and yawned as they descended into the trees. The pilot of American Airlines Flight 587, which crashed in Queens in November 2001, used the rudder in a way that made the plane swing back and forth until the tail broke off.


The Kirksville crew was woefully inattentive during taxi to the runway. They were most certainly not joking and yawning as they left the ground.

As for the American pilot, he was an ex-Eagle driver, accustomed to using the rudder to control roll; unbeknownst to him (see Surprises, above) he was flying along the wing vortex of a preceding B747-400. Airbus neglected to mention in the flight limitations section any restrictions on rudder use. Why? Because no one foresaw that one-off circumstance.


* E.g. I will depart Newark for Europe in five hours at 11 pm body clock time.

** The FMS in my aircraft does all these things. Since the Dash 8 is a newer aircraft, I suspect, but do not know, that it has the same capability.

*** E.g. Enroute Here from There, the FMS adjusted the power a little high, then picked at an electronic hangnail while the airspeed increased by roughly 15 knots to Vmo (max Mach). Then, about the time the Captain and I were doing the Spock arched eyebrow thing, yanked the throttles to idle. If I had done that on the DC-9, which didn't know automatic from potatoes, I would have gotten slugged. Verbally, of course.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Vindicating the Cock-up Theory of History



The recent Whale sighting in NYC caused flash-back induced hyperventilation among New Yorkers, and furious finger pointing among a great many others.

The spiked pulse rates and stairwell pell-mells: of course.

However, there really is no excuse for the sort of uninformed speculation in this Ann Althouse post. (h/t erp)

So, in no particular order, I am going to do some informed speculation.


  • The photo flight did not cost the taxpayers anything. The Air Force manages flight time through the Flight Hour Program (FHP). Each aircraft type is allocated a specific number of hours per year based upon possessed airframes, number of pilots, and mission. Unlike commercial aircraft, Air Force 1 (AF1) does not have a high direct mission utilization rate; therefore, much of the FHP is for pilot proficiency. Since flight hours for the photo-opp were going to be used anyway -- all aircraft types execute their respective FHPs to the tenth of an hour -- the incremental cost to the taxpayer is precisely zero. Bandying about the $357,000 figure is sheer ignorance that could have been eliminated by talking to any AF pilot.

  • Fauxtoshopping is harder than you think. One of the best ways to detect whether a photo has been faked is to look at lighting angles. Getting those right between two components of a composite is very difficult; for a combination of an aircraft in flight and a cityscape is nearly impossible. My company has a fair number of publicity photos of the aircraft I fly. All but one are composites: they look good, but they don't look right.

  • The F-16 is a great photo platform. It has a bubble canopy, providing a near panoramic view. It is highly maneuverable, so the pilot can quickly put the plane where the photographer needs it to be. The canopy is essentially free of distortions -- it has to be. If it introduced distortion and light flares, pilots wouldn't be able to fly the airplane and, in the particular case of the F-16, fight with it. The cockpit is tight, but not inconveniently so for a backseat photographer using a roughly 50 mm focal length lens.

  • Fighter aircraft, at the low speeds apparent in this situation, are barely above stall speed and subject to significant buffeting. They are not stable photographic platforms. This is true of any light aircraft, particularly when compared with much larger aircraft. This is distilled, 100% pure, stinking to the heavens, bovine effluence. Take a look at the Whale: its wings are clean. That means it flying at least 220 knots. The Lawn Dart could probably pull 3Gs at that speed. It is not close to stall, it is not subject to any buffeting.

  • No military aircraft leaves the ground, anywhere, without those high up on the chain of command knowing about it and authorizing it. This would be so for Air Force One unless the Obama administration allows the aircraft to be treated like a privately owned light aircraft hangered in Uncle Fred's barn. Wrong. For nearly all flight operations, the operations group commander (or, perhaps, the wing commander) is the approval authority. Tasking might come from above, and certainly did in this case. In general, however, it is up to each unit to conduct its FHP according to the relevant regulations.


Here is my informed guess. Someone asked for a photo opp flyby of NYC. No crime in that. Tasking came down the the Special Airlift Missions squadron. They made the arrangements, including coordination with New York TRACON. Standard Operating Procedure for AF1 almost certainly precludes advance notification of its movements. Whoever tasked the mission did not know that, and those executing it were too close to the trees to see the forest.

So, a routine request went wrong. Cock-up leads to kerfuffle.

I have some first hand experience with this. In a previous life, I was tasked to lead a four-ship of F-111s to do a missing man flyover for a POW-MIA ceremony at RAF Fairford. I did extensive coordination with the commander's office at Fairford, including a rehearsal the day prior.

The day of the flyover, five of us took off an hour and a half early: we had an airspare, and the early takeoff allowed further backup to go to groundspares. Since things went fine, we headed to an air-to-ground weapons range in The Wash (southeast UK). Following that, en route to RAF Fairford, we got a call to head back to base.

Per SOP, I had cited all times in Zulu with RAF Fairford's wing commander. The people running the ceremony were using local. In most parts of the world, the difference is obvious.

Not in England, though. My flight was an hour late.

Thereby, as here, vindicating the cock-up theory of history.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

My Son the Autodidact

With scarcely any instruction from me, and no shoving whatsoever, my son came up with this.

He is leaving me in the dust.

DIY Epic Fail

This email came to me from Motorbooks.com:

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After extensive modeling, I calculated that the icy reception from 73 husbands taking advantage of this offer would be sufficient to completely offset AGW for precisely one year.

Whale Watching



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Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Now without Then

The list of characteristics unique to humans could probably be ticked off with the fingers of one hand without risking using them all. Culture, language, tools, altruism, grief all have their counterparts in other animals. The differences are in degree only, not kind.

The sense of time, though, may well be categorically unique to humans. The notion of past, present, future, and our place that stream appears completely alien to all other animals. Yet it is a characteristic so intrinsic and unique to us that it may well qualify as the sine qua non of humanity.

This obituary in The Economist, unlike most that summarize the lives of the noble or notorious, tells the story of a man who stood outside of time.

Henry M. started suffering epileptic seizures as a teenager. By the time he reached his late twenties, he was suffering nearly 11 per day. He had to take anti-convulsants in near toxic quantities for them to have any effect whatsoever.
It was 1953 and psychosurgery—which was later to be banned, or at least restricted, in many countries—was at the height of its popularity. Scoville himself had performed frontal lobotomies, though he was dissatisfied with the way they blunted his patients’ emotions.

In some ways H.M. was a product of that dissatisfaction, because Scoville had been working on a new, experimental operation, and he decided to try it on H.M. He would remove his medial temporal lobes (one on each side of the brain), the presumed origin of his seizures. Each lobe includes an amygdala and a seahorse-shaped structure called the hippocampus.

The operation was successful: H.M. experienced only two serious seizures during the subsequent year. But this happy outcome came at a terrible price. From the date of the operation he was unable to form new memories, and he also lost many of the memories he had laid down before it. Although he could recall the Wall Street crash and the second world war, he was left with no autobiographical memories at all. Having seen the effects of his handiwork, a shocked Scoville began to campaign against the operation. This meant that H.M. was the only person ever to undergo it.
No memories. None. No notion of what he had said or done, or who he had met. To him, his own face in a mirror was that of a virtual stranger.

In order to think about how we experience time, a nautical metaphor helps: our future course is completely opaque to us, every instant is the bow cutting the water, and becomes part of our wake -- our store of memories -- the very moment we experience it.

Yet H.M., essentially normal in all other respects, was completely unmoored from time, with nothing for him between the present and an increasingly distant, pre-operation, past.

There is no guarantee of anything. I may not survive to finish this sentence, or you to read it. This notion of time is, thought about too clearly or for too long, is a burden that is uniquely human, and for all save H.M., inescapable.

Sometimes I envy him.