Mister “T” Il Fiat G91T/1

Pilot Report Fiat G.91T/ The Col. Pil. Michele Renzullo I have been asked to talk about the G.91T. I accepted the request with great enthusiasm, convinced that in a flash I would put down enough material to tire the reader. I realize that the memories are many and the affection for the “T” still alive and so great as to not be able to find the appropriate words, those of the heart, those that touch the strings of the feelings of those who knew him, of whom he suffered and rejoiced with “Him” and who saw him born and die. I flew with many “students”, “frequenters”, with many pilots and not and among the many episodes that leave a mark there is one, probably it doesn’t say anything to the others, which has left me a nice sign. The American Air Force Attendant was visiting Amendola who, among many requests, had also expressed that of being able to fly with the G.91T; he had heard so much about it. I was designated to conduct it in flight. Once all the operations on the ground were completed, briefings, suggestions, etc., having completed the checks, we were about to fly. You could see the desire of this pilot to want to speed things up. Shot of the cartridge, taxiing, etc., on the runway the Col “Americano” asked to be able to take off, which was granted to him “but with his hand open around the cloche and his feet ready”. After the run on the ground, take off the wheels – trolley, flaps on – the aircraft as expected began to delineate. 
The corrective action was not very pleasant for the “T”, therefore he began to feel that roughness, that rumbling of almost reproach the pilot who was not behaving correctly. Everything ran out fairly quickly. Once the work quota was reached, the Colonel expressed his desire to be able to perform acrobatic maneuvers; here began the most beautiful demonstration of the “G stall”. Every intervention on my part was accompanied by a loud laugh and a new request “I have the stick, please”, and so on for a while. Perhaps disheartened or perhaps tamed, the pilot asked me to perform maneuvers together. 
He appreciated those suggestions so much to identify the moments in which he could pull or have to give up that foot correction that allowed you to keep the alignment at the exit of a looping, or coordination for the other maneuvers – not to mention the Cuban eight. The pilot was thrilled. “Please, I have the stick”, he began to perform acrobatic maneuvers with grace and competence, the “T” did not stall anymore, he had promoted him. On my return, now relaxed, I carried out the pre-landing checks, the Attendant asked to be able to land. Also in this case there was a bitter surprise when, thinking he could “treat” the “T” badly, he tightened the base tack and the “T” replied “grunting”. We hung up and with a tight we came back in the final, this time with more tact and respect; the landing ended very well. Once at the parking lot, I was incredulous in listening to the appreciations that were addressed to the “T”, the difficulties always present that would not allow any relaxation and that in the eyes of those who knew it highlighted the great ability of selector and trainer of pilots that the “T” possessed.