It wasn’t really until 1905 that they had a plane that could take off, land, bank, turn, fly in a circle, fly in a figure eight, skim along eighteen inches or two feet above the grass, with perfect control. They were brilliant pilots. They were like acrobats or star athletes, and could perform with that machine as nobody on earth could perform. Still, our government here took no interest. None. They wouldn’t send anybody out to see what they were doing. This was all going on in a cow pasture outside of Dayton. It’s still there, by the way, exactly as it was.
