Sikorsky S-40 Flying Boat
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- Опубликовано: 14 окт 2024
- The Sikorsky S-40 was an amphibious flying boat built in the early 1930s, and the largest commercial airliner of its time. Flying for Pan American Airways, a total of three aircraft were built, manufactured by the Vought-Sikorsky Aircraft Division of the United Aircraft Corporation in Stratford, Connecticut. All three were scrapped during World War II. The aircraft first flew on November 19, 1931 and was piloted by Charles Lindbergh from Miami, Florida to the Panama Canal Zone. The S-40 was the first of many aircraft known as Flying Clipper and Pan Am Clipper.
The S-40 was nicknamed the "Flying Forest" for its maze of support struts.
General characteristics
Crew: four
Capacity: 40 passengers
Length: 76 ft 8 in (23.37 m)
Wingspan: 114 ft 0 in (34.76 m)
Height: 23 ft 10 in (7.27 m)
Wing area: 1,875 ft² (174.3 m²)
Empty: 24,748 lb (11,249 kg)
Loaded: 34,000 lb (15,455 kg)
Maximum takeoff: lb ( kg)
Powerplant: 4x Pratt & Whitney R-1690 radial engines, 575 hp (429 kW) each
Performance
Maximum speed: 135 mph (217 km/h)
Range: 875 miles (1,408 km)
Service ceiling: 13,000 ft (3,963 m)
Rate of climb: ft/min ( m/min)
Wing loading: 18 lb/ft² (89 kg/m²)
Power/Mass: 0.07 hp/lb (0.11 kW/kg)
Flight test report:
To: MR. I. I. SIKORSKY
cc: Mr. Neilson
Capt.Sergievsky
Mr. S. Gluhareff
Mr. N. Sinitzin
Files (2)
Date: August 31, 1931
From: M. GLUHAREFF
Subject: FLIGHT REPORT ON S-40 AMPHIBION - GROSS WEIGHT 32,000#
Weather: clear, approximately 12 wind (N.W.)
Temperature: 75
Barometer pressure: 30.04
Time: start 2:15 P.M.; finish 4:13 P.M.
Take-off time on water - 30 seconds
Cruising on 1650 R.P.M. all engines - average speed 100.5 M.P.H.
Cruising on 1750 R.P.M. all engines - average speed 107.75 M.P.H.
High speed, full throttle, 2010 R.P.M. all engines - average speed 130.25 M.P.H.
Cross wind interfered with the speed test flight; it was exactly 90 degrees to the course.
The fairing on the landing gear axles came off, building a screeen about 1-1/2 sq. feet
flat plate area on each side.
Landing at New Haven Harbor about 3:20 P.M. the fairings from the axles were removed entirely.
Climb to Altitude Time Speed Ind. R.P.M.
500 30 sec. 90 1850
1000 1 min. 17 sec. 95 1800
2000 3 min. 7 sec. 95 1820
3000 4 min. 40 sec. 96 1820
4000 6 min. 25 sec. 95 1800
5000 8 min. 10 sec. 97 1800
5800-6000 10 min.
At 6000 ft. altitude - three engines - flight was tested - rate of climb approximately
200 ft. per min. (R.P.M. - 1830)
At 2000 ft. altitude - two engines - flight was tested - during five (5) minutes 600 ft
was lost - (R.P.M. - 1820)
At 2000 ft. altutude - three engines - flight was repeated - during 1 minute exactly,
the ship gained 200 ft. (from 2100 to 2300 ft.) (R.P.M. - 1820).
Pilot: Captain Sergievsky
Observers: S.Gluhareff
M.Gluhareff
Signed
M. GLUHAREFF
Сикорский гений и великий человек.
அருமையான ஒளிப்பதிவு.பழைய கண்டுபிடிப்புகள் சிறப்பானதுதான்.
Love the engine noise during the flyby! What a way to travel, back in the day.
Awesome video, the best part was hearing Igor S. himself describe his baby. Good stuff!
Total delight, congratulations on curating this stuff!
Brilliant Pioneers!
Grandpa of commercial aircraft
Nice video! Especially the spot with Igor Sikorsky himself. As you know he want on to develop the helicopter too. Amazing man.
There is an air museum in Anchorage Alaska. They have the passenger hull from a S-40. It came from a crashed plane. A guy converted it into a boat and used it for commercial fishing for years. They also have parts from a Navy Rigid air ship that crashed off the coast of California many years ago.
What an amazing and rare video! iv only seen this aircraft in books..
The S-40 was nicknamed the "Flying Forest" due to all of the external bracing and struts. The pilot of the first commercial flight of an S-40, from Miami to the Panama Canal Zone in late 1931, was none other than Charles Lindbergh.
Back when the going was good.
If you were rich enough to afford it, that is.
Thanks for this- wonderful to see.
-Bill
Было счастливое время, когда конструктор мог позволить себе подумать о комфортабельности пассажиров на борту самолёта. К сожалению сейчас все проекты обязаны быть не для пассажира, а для буржуя, "стригущего" деньги с пассажиров! Автору ролика СПАСИБО за представленные уникальные кадры. Лайк!
Gosto de aviões antigos.
Thank You for that Information Ladka...
Nice to see and hear Igor!
I just discovered an accident report from my late father, Lt. (jg) William M Flanagan, USN, who was the final pilot of one of these. On July 21, 1942, after takeoff near Dinner Key in Key Biscayne, Florida, there was a sharp explosion and the #1 engine tore free from the aircraft. After an immediate emergency landing, the ship leaked badly. My father beached the aircraft, staving in its nose. After hearing this story for years, it was fun to find the documentation. Dad flew for TWA until 1971.
thanks Paul. great stuff.
I guess seatbelts were out of the question. Awesome airplane. I wonder what the cabin noise level was.
Cabin noise was, surely, horrendous. However, after twenty or so minutes into the flight, everyone was probably so deaf from the engines’ roar that it didn’t matter anymore.
Igor was great. His helicopter company lives on into this century.
I've only known his S76, and I had the feeling they were inhabited by a part of his soul. These aluminium dragonflies were all distinct from each others with different tempers and variable moods, and they liked their pilots or not ! just like living beings.... I wonder wether the maiden name of the S76 type : " Spirit" - wasn't a blink of eye ))))
Beautiful! 😷👍
Check out the cab transport too.
My grandfather, Edward Graf Schultz, was an Early Bird killed flying B-24's in China 1943. Well before the war he flew for Pan American Airways out of Miami. I hope someone has even the smallest info about him.
Do you two know about each other :)
I guess we'll never know
@@antman5474 Yeah
Wow. Directly, I mean directly, humans were able to offer commercial flight, they did. A kite with seats!
Surprisingly, that hanger is still in use turning out aircraft parts. Well, it was when I was over there last. I don't think the company wants to give up 'home' to so much of Sikorsky.
Сікорський Ігор, людина з майбутнього!
Да-да, ухраинэць, блеат. Зробитчанин 🤣
I am making a new film about the Grand Slam bomb and would like to feature the black and white footage of the loading. Can you let me know where the original footage can be obtained showing the Grand Slam bomb on the H Trolley being reversed under the aircraft.
Just Marvelous PAA stuff.
Those Lasy hasy days....👍
Amazing amount of seats for the hp. Especially back then! Not much fuel on board, I suppose (short range).
It,s important to note that at this time in Aviation all aircraft types were basically experimental in nature. Technology was moving forward so fast with only very basic testing technology around as yet. Look how far aircraft had advanced in just around 30 years. jet engine principles were already being developed as this plane was already obsolete. Designs concepts outpaced materials development at this time.
1:41 i rly like the car with the caravan/lorrie attached to it.
I agree. Lovely bit of kit
How on earth can you say "Payload 5,902 lb"? That is a ridiculous degree of precision.
Nice footage. It really looks like a flying boat instead of a swimming plane :)
Excellent plane
Sikorsky S-40:
Lunghezza 23,37 m
Apertura alare 34,75 m
Peso carico 15422 kg
Boeing 737:
Lunghezza 30,53 m
Apertura alare 28,35 m
Peso max al decollo 58.105 kg
lovely plane!!!
Pan Am: Founded in Key West, Fla.
Stock Island, the island next to Key West: The launching point of the Bay of Pigs Invasion. Right next to the Hogfish Bar and Grill.
tempos modernos da grande cidade
I have loved this plane ever since I saw it in a book as a kid. Seeing it fly is awesome! I also liked the shot of the S-40 with the little single-engine job (was it the S-38? Can't remember) like the ones Martin and Osa Johnson took on their aerial safaris in the 1930s.
More proof that reality beats steampunk.
They had problems with lack of pixels back in those days.
What? for them pixels might as well be pretzels
coragem !!!
eu ñ iria jamais
What was its range?
Mmmmmm beautiful plane
Test a Fighter!
There she lies, eager for the air. What a job! A fighter - a single-seated fighter and a sweet crate. Polished and shined until she gleams all over. Strength in every line of her. Strength and promise. The sweep of her wing is perfect, and her full-bodied fuselage is streamlined from nose to tail.
Buckling on your ‘chute, you walk over to her. A little tap on her taut wings - they vibrate. A slow look at all of her, as your hand rests gently, almost caressingly, on the fabric.
She seems to be looking askance at you, as if saying to herself: "Has this guy got it, or is he just going to take me up and mess around the sky?" Through your fingers on her fabric, you can feel her say: "Treat me right, feller; don’t go loose on the controls just when I need you most, and don’t get sloppy and skiddy. For when I dive, I dive; when I spin, I spin; and heaven help the bird who fails me."
You sort of say to her - "Stick around, baby, because I’ll be with you when you spin and I’ll be with you when you dive. But don’t you go busting any control wires."
Into the cockpit you go, wiggling some to get the ‘chute comfortable. A couple of shots with the primer, the switch is on, and you press the starter button for a few seconds. It picks up with a crescendo whine, so you give it throttle. After a couple of protesting barks the engine takes. The oil pressure pops up but the heat is low, 80 you reach down, close her shutters, and open the bypass. As the heat builds up, you feed more throttle until she’s rolling a thousand. And there you let her set until some real temperature shows.
She’s alive now - hands fluttering on the instrument board, wires vibrating. And there begins to be a feel on the flippers and rudder. You juggle them a little just to see if they’re functioning right. The heat is up now. You open the gun all the way to the supercharger stop and try the magnetos.
Not a miss! The pressure holds and you are pulling back on the stick to keep the tail on the ground. She’s rarin’ to go," and seems to snarl: "Get those chocks Out from under my wheels, and get moving! Are you going to fool around here all day kicking gravel and dust?"
Slowly you ease back on the gun, kind of grin through your teeth and say, "Don’t rush me. Just wait until I get buckled in and then we’ll go places."
"Click" goes the belt, and you snug down. The chocks come free, and you taxi slowly over the field to an up wind position for the takeoff. A little too heavy a burst of the gun and she tries to run away with you. A little too much rudder and she tries to ground loop. "Just feeling you out. Who’s going to do the flying this hop, me or you?"
You kick her nose into the wind and let her set for just a few seconds idling - to show who is boss. Then you pour in the gas! Everything tightens up, the controls get heavier, the tail starts to lift, she gathers speed. Gentle, gentle, with the throttle - and watch the needle to see it doesn’t go by the red mark.
What a temptation to slam it wide open and hurtle her right off the ground! But now she’s trying to lift. Trying to get off. You are smart. In places like this, you know you need speed. So you hold her down.
She’s roaring at you to let her go, but you hold her nose down until a little touch of the stick lifts her. Then for sheer joy she goes straight up about twenty feet, shakes herself, and levels off.
Levels off? You want none of that, and besides she’s got to know right at the start who’s doing the flying. So back you come hard, and into a tight climbing turn she goes. With never a whimper she takes it. Rate of climb, a thousand; now twelve hundred. Before you know it, the altimeter says thirty five hundred.
A SHIP she is and what a ship! Smooth, light on the controls, responsive; and now you level off a while to get the real feel of your rushing fighter. She’s rolling a sweet eighteen hundred. A couple of gentle turns. Easy, easy, man, this is a real airplane. A little steeper turn, still a little steeper, and you are in a tight flipper turn that makes the blood run down out of your head.
Nix, guy, don’t let this get you. She’s got a lot more up her sleeve than a flipper turn. Now you are climbing, pushing her hard. All of a sudden you nose over, pick up a little speed. The wires start to talk, and you haul back with a little rudder. Over she goes in the sweetest of wingovers. Response!
Here goes another wingover to the other side. A little dive. You haul her back in a zoom. Another thousand feet on the altimeter, now a couple more, and before you know it you’ve got ten thousand.
A quick dive and a wide open loop. Another loop and a fast roll out of the top of it. Didn’t even lose a foot of altitude that time. A hard fast dive and you lay her over into a climbing slow roll.
It’s beginning to get you. The ship is beginning to get you. She’s too good to be true! All the time she’s been talking to you, louder and louder in the dives, softening off as she loses speed after a maneuver, responding to your touch, almost to your wish.
Now she knows who’s doing the flying. Abandoned completely to you. What a ship! That was a two thousand foot layer of clouds you went through then, climbing, climbing - and the water is streaming off her wings like blonde hair blown out in the wind. The wet slip stream blows your lips apart as you put out your head from behind the cowl.
Your goggles fog, but you break through into the sun above, right through the middle of a circular rainbow. Ecstatic! And now seventeen thousand. The air is rare up here. Your breath is coming harder, you are a little lightheaded, melted entirely into the ship, a sentient, throbbing, beautiful thing, thrilling with every revolution of the prop. The speed sends white lights flashing across your eyeballs.
Now let’s see what she’s made of. Nose over for some speed, back into a loop. On top of it you level off for a second or two, inverted - then, hard back with the stick, full out with the gun, and you are diving. Straight down, vertical! Engine roaring, picking up speed, more speed - the airspeed says two forty - two sixty - two eighty - three hundred!
Screaming wires, screaming like a thousand nerves about to break, breath leaving you - fighting, fighting the controls to hold her in the dive. Driven down hard into the seat by a force which catches the breath from your lungs. One hand holding, bracing against the side, leaving finger prints in the paint; the other on the stick, every nerve in you straining against the devilish forces trying to draw you in.
Roaring, screaming down - inexorable, primative strength wells in you.
Will those wings fold when I pull her out? Can’t take any more. Back, back on the stick. Hard, hard! She’s taking - Those wings! Can’t go black, can’t go black - Hold yourself in - Holler, man, holler! I can’t, it’s - Black, black, black!
What's that buzz? Maybe I’m dead - Groping, groping! What snapped? I’m . . . . . . . . .
The sun is suddenly bright again, ship struggling, straining, losing speed, stalling in a vertical climb, your head lolling against the cowling. Man, you blacked yourself out completely that time, but what a dive! Easy, easy, back on the throttle! A slow bank and a soft, soaring glide, engine ticking over, delicious freedom thrilling through your veins.
You level off, land, and roll right up to the hangar doors. A minute of cooling, then the engine dies reluctantly with spasmodic gasps as the switch is cut.
As you climb from the cockpit you give the ship a grateful pat and she settles down into herself, resting - but she’s right ready to go again whenever you are.
*Lieutenant Edward Graf Schultz is a chief pilot with Pan-American. He’s made a splendid record hopping fighters - so when you go through this test flight, you’ll get the real thing!
Reviewing another book brought many surprises; information previously unsuspected about Maj. Schultz. The first shock came when I saw a picture in the book which was an exact duplicate of one possessed by our family. This was meaningful, since there is no reference in the book to my father by full name, only as "Captain Eddy". This photo left no doubt that "Captain Eddy" was my father, with the 'Captain' springing from the photo of my father wearing the uniform of a Captain(Res.) in the U.S. Marines. However, the photo was taken in 1935, which opened another can of mystery. Even greater shock arose from the realization that the author, Chaplin, and "Captain Eddy" met in Leavenworth prison, probably sometime in 1918 or 1919. Chaplin was a proponent of the I.W.W. (International Workers of the World), a socialist organization which was known by the nickname "Wobbly's". He was apparently in prison for some sort of seditious activity during the war. A brief segment of the book simultaneously illuminates my amazement and describes the furthering of my desire to know more. From page 270,
"As the war (WWI) reached its peak, military prisoners began to arrive in ever increasing numbers. One day, while a large contingent of court-martial victims from overseas were lined up awaiting admission to the prison, somebody hung a sheet from a front-wall window on which had been daubed in black letters: "Welcome Home, Soldier'. There was a big to-do about that incident, but nothing was ever done about it.
Occasionally, I would help out in the photographic department during the noon hour. One morning, while marching in line to the office, I had seen a young aviator being led in under special guard. He was heavily manacled. Handcuffs, anklets, and an iron band around the neck had been riveted on, and all three were connected with a dangling chain. He still wore a uniform of the U.S. Army and was carrying his rather unusual irons with a deprecating grin. Everybody, including "Bull" Leonard, remarked about the young man's pluck. An hour or two later in the record clerk's office, I was helping Wehde to fingerprint and photograph the new arrival. Tanner, in the blacksmith shop, had, we all hoped, painlessly, hammered off the irons. Even in prison dungarees, "Captain Eddy" looked more like a soldier than a convict. We became acquainted at once. With both of us it was the kind of friendship that lasts. Captain Eddy explained that he had been an air corps instructor and that his sentence was life imprisonment plus ten years. I was anxious to learn more about him."
...and so am I, and so this quest for the written record of an enigmatic personality, to elucidate the historical track of how a man could, in the context of aviation and the military, proceed from an 'Early Bird', to the USAAC and the Royal Flying Corps in WWI, through an eight-year prison tenure, to become a pioneering aviator for Pan Am, through being commissioned an officer and pilot in the USMC, and ending by flying and dying in combat as a pilot and Operations officer for a USAAF B-24 Bomber squadron in China in WWII. He left his grieving 'second' family with a Purple Heart, the Silver Star, and the Air Medal, as he was reinterred in Arlington National Cemetery in 1946, his body having been retrieved from China after the war was over.
It was cool to see Tim Conway (of The Carol Burnett Show fame) describe the virtues of this fantastic aircraft.
(just kidding)
Internal noise level?
the Do-X flying 2 years earlier was significantly larger @ 50t MTOW vs 16t for the S-40
Fantastic footage, very nicely produced. Great to hear Mr. S. in person! Would like to communicate further with you, but need your invite
I'd like to see Conway do an impression of Igor Sikorsky - I'm sure he'd do a good job.
Hao bhai
Described by a Pan Am pilot as a collection of airplane parts flying in formation
PS sounds like Buck Rogers' rocket........
Was that Juan Trippe?
DSAK55 - No that was Igor Sikorsky.
its weird to think that all these people are in their grave now...... and its more weird to think that after 100yrs from now we all will be in our graves
To think they were all scrapped!
0:25 The gentry! The lucky few! $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Great! But that noise had to be terrible
King Gus Yes but you can't hear a jet engine in a pressurised cabin.
Is that Igor Sikorsky describing the aircraft?
What I thought it was Cece DeMille
It would have been the Starship Enterprise, back then.
What is the music, please?
Even a little bar
These days we think the Boeing 737 Max is far to dangerous.
Thank God no sabotage. Knowing what happened to Lindbergh's child by this crazy guy who didn't like Lindbergh's political philosophies and kidnapped this child.. thank God for everyone on this flight
0:13секунда там всё необычное даже автомобиль.
Many rotters fitted in this boat. It called limousine boat.
"BOBON SANTOSO THE NEXT THE MASTER
Sikorsky Igor from Kiev.
FAA safety record was 5 star 😂😂
Geringonça voadora. 👺👺👺👺👺😈😈😈😈😈😱😱😱😱😱
Now I know why flying in those days was so scary--they made planes out of leftover bits.
Один блогер пишет вертолёт "СИКОРСКАЙ"
Igor sikorsky
Comment please , somebody
Hi...
Respect for selfrespect,
Complaint to United distance Nations (Today known as UNs) about to secure lives, living life and rights of citizens of republic distance nations from monarch or emir containing distance nations those are united.
Defination of Nation:
A large body of people united by common descent, history, culture, or language, inhabiting a particular country or territory.
Without any security for work, It is not considered as domain work (work which is according to governmental procedure.).
Why satellite humen surveillance ( humen machine interface) of Mr.Suraj Murlidhar Pharande and its sensation to sensable brains and from bioterrorism ( COVID-19 coronavirus infection become as pandemic ?)
Machine humen interface satellite involved machinery operates voters also to vote.
Why peoples in the world are not United to fight against COVID-19 till it causes death?
Timely report to respective place to cheack status of complaint.
Donation of rights are worlds biggest crime (an action or omission which constitutes an offence and is punishable by law.)😀😀😀😇😭
Crime corrupts every things life.
Yours faithfully,
Mr. Suraj Murlidhar Pharande .
Respect for selfrespect.
Spread this message.
Take care to avoide and spread of pandemic COVID-19 coronavirus infection. Corona virus is not spreading through water such information I read but humen saliva contains 99.5% of water so use disinfectant in water to avoide COVID-19 coronavirus infection.
Respect for selfrespect,
My name is Mr.Suraj Murlidhar Pharande from Nimbut,Baramati,Pune,Maharastra,Citizen dependent India.
You well known about me as satellite humen surveillance and its sensation to sensable brains as like you.
Write application to IHRC or such organisation which gives relief from such satellite torture to me and you also. If possible then give news about surveillance and its sensation to sensable brains in the world.
First secure yourself before messaging to another peoples.
Spread this message to other peoples.
I know what is tomorrow for this crime?, They make some laws and restrictions to others for satellite use and maintain there position as like today to do such crime again.
From childhood I am not known about what happens with my brain but at starting of teenage and at the 21st year of my life they try to kill me to show you peoples as these things are happened here but these things when I saw on TV as they show me surveillance is going on and every humen sensable brain in the world sense it, but this time span is too and no government or peoples complaint against so it stay on but my starting days of teenage too much torture were done by these peoples I felt in exam which causes my educational failure.
I don't have right to fullfill my sex need (as it requires partner or I see on internet pornography they impaired my digestion also brain functioning.) At age of 21 in college they do such things with me by satellite and one girl from thers community come to ask about marriage then they try to kill me as I drink insecticide after that I complete my master degree they again harash me at college and after completion of degree course I run for job and simultaneously for marriage I register my name at mali marriage beuro then I contact with girls and there's parents some positive response I got about marriage in that days I write about surveillance to get relief to NHRC,IHRC and various Presidents and prime ministers of various countries but again they try to kill me but this time they broke my hand and head by 4 persons and admit at mental hospital for six months out of them three months I stay in my house but tablets by force and satellite torture they feed me (by black mailing again we will admit you at mental hospital).
Today, Neuro phones sound and show name and photo of Mr.Sharad Pawar and his family members and give warn like past we will kill you.
Because I write about reservation for member of parliament of citizen dependent India and legislative assembly of state for every category that gives for every five years new respective candidate from every community possible and better regulation as they secure my living life (of every citizen other than elected members) from these elected members.
If Monarch ( supreme powers has single monarch onely) having nation or republic nation supreme powers both have peoples and elected representatives also If these type of two Nations are working together use or safety for that work (and representatives) gain onely by monarch having nation while elected representatives get changed after respective period so efforts and money invested is more of these peoples while assurance of work completion is not there (wastage) but that monarch can interfere with regulatory affairs of republic nation (People's know why representatives newly elected is necessary, for regulation onely.) as today.
Whole this directs to create a social hindrance for those peoples who are not in theres fever to use there rights govern by government and always fight to represent (To stay with they without any means of living life I.e.onely life.).Divine power gives meaning about rights of living life onely thers genes have while others are retainers or slaves (others are alive because of there means onely) for they.
Timely report to respective place to cheack status of complaint.
Donation of rights are worlds biggest crime (an action or omission which constitutes an offence and is punishable by law.)😀😀😀😇😭
Crime corrupts every things life.
Spread this message.
Yours faithfully
some more burglars .going to making living place in india..
so aeroplanes were yearly called as ships !! good
Aren't these the planes that the New Zealand Airforce just bought??