1966
2025
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David Silberkleit
March 20, 2025
Brian Takes Flight
When I met Brian in 1988, we were both in our 20s, with the whole world out in front of us. I showed up at Ridge Soaring Gliderport to learn to fly sailplanes and Brian, at age 22, was to be one of my instructors. We became fast friends and roommates.
We lived that glorious summer in a beat-up white house trailer that seemed like it was just dumped in a field after it was won in a bet. That field was adjacent to a runway, if you could call it that... it was a 1000 foot long strip of asphalt with no numbers and no markings, just barely wide enough for the landing gear of single engine airplane, surrounded by a half mile of grass in all directions. It looked more like a bicycle path to nowhere than a runway, in the middle of a big open space in rural central Pennsylvania.
Our home for the summer had two flimsy bedrooms, a bathroom and nominal kitchen, more than adequate for the "house specials," ramen noodles and lentil soup. We alternated nights.
It wasn't the food that sustained us... there was no TV, of course no Internet. But there was a lot to do. There were soaring books and magazines to read cover to cover, and flying stories to tell, about near misses and feats of skill and bravery, stories refreshed by a steady stream of visiting pilots and new friends who came to this magical place positioned at the base of a long ridge system that allowed many of us to make long flights in airplanes without engines.
There was a hanger full of gliders at the other end of the "runway," full of a spider´s web of glider wings. One evening shortly after I met Brian, he gave me a tour. We climbed in and over all the different types of sailplanes assembled there, marveling at their subtle differences with reverence. It was these airfoils, the skill of the pilot and a little help from nature that would make us fly. We didn't care about horsepower or thrust, what mattered was just how skillfully we´d use this equipment to access the pure passion of taking flight.
For me there was poetry in these moments, but Brian was more of a scientist, perhaps even a nerd. He knew everything about everything in that hangar. And about the science of flying. And if he didn´t know when I asked, he would simply admit he didn´t know and usually come back with the answer the next day.
Brian went above and beyond to teach me to be a great pilot. Always humble, he was learning too as we went along. On one training flight, he told me to land with no spoilers, to simulate what would be an emergency in a glider... sailplanes need spoilers to stop gliding... and I will never forget how much yaw was required to bring us down while we were low to the ground in ground effect. Even with an aggressive sideways slip to create drag, we landed perhaps a half mile beyond the gliderport in the next field. It took a long push to get our glider back to the hangar and was really inconvenient but the exercise made me a better pilot, and Brian knew this... (I got the feeling he had never tried this with a student before, and that made this into one of our many adventures together).
And on another flight, he asked me where I would land if I had to land RIGHT NOW. We happened to be directly over a small local airport in sleepy Bellefonte, not far from home, and Brian wanted me to have the experience of landing a glider at an unfamiliar airport. This seemed like a crazy idea, why would I want to descend in the wrong place to the wrong airport when we could make it home? But Brian knew that this unscripted exercise would make me a better pilot. (I didn't realize he had arranged to have Steve Boehmer come and air tow us out of there after landing when the exercise was complete.)
Where to land was an ever-present aspect of life at a soaring mecca. Whenever we would drive the roads around the gliderport, we would inevitably discuss whether we could land-out in the fields nearby, in case we were short on natural lift and couldn't make it home. No field was spared, I remember discussing and mapping in our minds a strip of grass at a highway interchange.
"If you came in from the east just low enough..."
It was as clear to me that summer as it was throughout the nearly 40 years I knew him that Brian needed to fly. Our first summer together was just one of the early chapters of his career. An airline job was all he wanted and everything he did was a means to that goal.
When Brian became a captain for then Continental Airlines on 737s, I was so proud of him, as if we had once been boys folding paper airplanes together and now he was getting paid to sit in the left front seat of a big Boeing. He was always doubtful, always wondering if he would pass his checkrides. But he was also massively skillfull. If you ever saw Brian fly a remote controlled helicopter, you know what I mean. It seemed like he could make a Cuisinart fly. And he passed every checkride with honors, nearly every simulator session he would tell me something particular he did that was praised by his check airman.
When Brian recently told me that he would be Captain of the 787 Dreamliner, he might as well have told me that he had been selected to be the first man to walk on the moon. I reminded him of those summer nights in the house trailer when we were kids, full of dreams and possibilities. From those humble beginnings, he had arrived at the cockpit of a flagship carbon fiber engineering marvel, where he would be paid to fly and paid to master a whole new type of equipment all over again. It seemed this was the ultimate accomplishment for a guy who never wanted anything other than to be right in that seat.
Brian and I once went to Minden, Nevada, a place known for natural lift that could take gliders to great heights. There, we stuffed ourselves into two rented Grob single seat gliders and tightened our shoulder belts; our goal was to climb 17,000 feet courtesy of rising air alone. Tethered to two separate single engine planes, we took off into wicked rotor, the often violent turbulence beneath a rising wave. We danced and pitched while towing upward, wrestling the controls to keep the gliders in synch with our tow planes. Above the rotor, the air was silky smooth and going up. We released our towropes and marveled at our climbing altimeters high above the Sierras. In loose formation, the two of us shivered in our unheated fuselages, our heavy clothing inadequate for the minus 30 degree temperature outside. We climbed together for a good half hour, checking-in frequently on the radio. Each of us was trying to see just how much we could eek out of the clear blue air, as we probed the top of the wave to drink-up the last few feet of gain before we deployed our spoilers for the long descent. At an indicated altitude of 26,187 feet, we reached the summitt.
I´ll remember Brian there.
Linda A. Harley
February 15, 2025
My brother, I can't believe you are gone. I love you and will miss you forever. Hole in my heart.
Karol Kleinenbroich
February 6, 2025
Bryan, Cynthia, Nancy and I went on a wonderful safari to Tanzania. Lots of laughs and precious memories. There are only two of us left....
Jorge Bermudez
February 5, 2025
Brian was a great neighbor. Always willing to help with any problem and alert to any needs. I always enjoyed seeing him when walking his dogs. Discussing our travels even when running into each other at IAH. I miss you neighbor. Cynthia, you and Brian are in our thoughts and prayers.
Mike Brennan
February 5, 2025
I flew with Brian when he first started his aviation career. He was always a quick learner and was accepted quickly by our group of knuckleheads and was a great person and had fun flying the B-1900. Godspeed Brian. And save a space for me next to one of ya Dog s
Frankie Colangelo
February 5, 2025
Brian was awesome to fly with. I´m sorry he left us so early.
One time he was the captain and I was flying with him and he looked at the window and part of the engine cowling was gone on a Beech1900!
They found the part in a junkyard in Burlington, Vermont.
After that, they painted lock lines on all of the engine Collings and we had to smack them with the heel of our hands before we got in the airplane to make sure they were tight!
He was one of the captains that I my flying style after. The world was a better place with him in it. Much love.
Scott Whitham
February 5, 2025
I´m so saddened to hear of Brian´s passing. I flew with him when he was starting his aviation career. He was a great pilot but more importantly he was a great person. I´m sorry for your loss but he will always be in the hearts of the Commute Air family.
Vic Maggio
February 5, 2025
What a great man! Ever generous and always the most interesting person in the room. Thanks for teaching me to windsurf, fly model airplanes as well as the mighty Beechcraft 1900! Rest in peace my friend!
Dave Horton
February 5, 2025
Rest in peace my friend. It was an honor to work with you in past years.
Michael Glade
February 3, 2025
Brian was a genuine friend. He was genuine in everything he did. I had the pleasure of knowing him through his pets, and his true love for them was evident.
I´ll miss Brian forever, his love, mentorship for my daughter pilot, and his genuine care for those in his life.
Denise Bermudez
February 2, 2025
Dear Cynthia, I am so saddened to learn of Brian´s passing. It was always such a delight to visit with him and the dogs when we passed on our walks. Please know you have my deepest sympathies. I wish you peace and strength during this difficult time.
Tom Werner
February 2, 2025
Brian had a way with people. His knack for helping others including his furry friends preceded him. He could fix virtually anything! We miss you my brother from another mother!
Tom Johnson
February 1, 2025
Cynthia, I am so sorry for your loss. I will miss seeing Brian, Quito, and Cali when out walking with my dog Kate. I always enjoyed the dogs visiting while finding out where Brian´s travels had taken him. My thoughts and prayers to you and your family.
Jean-Louis Briaud
February 1, 2025
Dear Cynthia, I am so sorry. I think I played tennis with Brian for over 25 years. The last 10 years we played indoor because of skin cancer concerns. He always arrived first and I will always see him on the bench indoors when I pass the front door. I have been trying to think of something I coud do to homor Brian. I decided to write his name on my racket. That way he continues to be with me when I play except that now he is on my side and we are together battling against the other guy. See you soon. Jean-Louis
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