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AN IRASCIBLE Douglas Corrigan wanted to fly the Atlantic solo in the mid-1930s. However, federal officials looked at his clunker of an airplane and said no.


Douglas Corrigan, 1907-1995, aviation adventurer extraordinaire.

The officials had good reason too. Corrigan’s Curtiss Robin was a 1929 model originally powered by an already ancient 90-hp Curtiss OX-5 (see Corrigan had swapped it with a 165-hp Wright Whirlwind assembled from parts and repaired the rest of the aircraft with patchwork fixes, but fat lot of good it did him.


A 1929 Curtiss Robin, 41-ft. span, 90-hp OX-5 power.

The original Robin carried 50 gal. of fuel; Corrigan installed five additional tanks. True, they completely blocked his forward vision, but Corrigan’s idol Charles Lindbergh had the same challenge on his 1927 New York/Paris flight in the Spirit of St. Louis.

Corrigan was an able mechanic. One of his earlier jobs had been at Ryan Aeronautical Company in San Diego, where he fabricated the wing assembly, gasoline tanks and instrument panel of Lindbergh’s airplane.

However, the Lindbergh craft was state-of-the-art for its era; Corrigan’s Robin was an old crate, cobbled together by a talented adventurer.

In 1935, Corrigan sought permission for a transatlantic flight from the U.S. Bureau of Air Commerce. The BAC said no, but certified the airplane to a lower standard for cross-country flying.

Corrigan responded with repeated modifications and reapplications. The BAC kept saying “cross-country, yes; transatlantic, no.”


Corrigan and his Curtiss Robin in 1938. He was 31 at the time; his aircraft, 9 years old.

On July 17, 1938, Corrigan fired up the Curtiss Robin, took off from Floyd Bennett Field in Brooklyn, New York, ostensibly on his way back to Long Beach, California—and, instead, rose into a cloudbank and headed east.

Twenty-eight hours and 13 minutes later, he landed at Baldonnel Aerodrome, County Dublin, Ireland, and gained the name Wrong Way Corrigan.

“I must have read the compass backwards,” was one of his comments.


Poster celebrating Corrigan’s achievement, by Brian Moose, permanent collection of the National Air & Space Museum.

An unamused BAC promptly suspended his pilot’s license, though, according to Corrigan’s 1995 obituary in The New York Times (, he served the entire suspension during his sea voyage back to the U.S.

Corrigan received a huge greeting in New York City. His ticker-tape parade is said to have eclipsed Charles Lindbergh’s. A banner headline in The New York Post, October 5, 1938, read “HAIL WRONG WAY CORRIGAN”—only printed in mirror fashion.

Corrigan’s celebrity continued. He wrote That’s My Story, published in time for the 1938 Christmas market. He endorsed a Wrong Way Corrigan wristwatch that, naturally, ran backwards. Within a year, RKO Radio Pictures paid him $100,000 for rights to his book for The Flying Irishman, starring no less than Douglas Corrigan. (See


Poster for RKO’s The Flying Irishman, 1939.

As a bit of Hollywood trivia, one of the screen writers for The Flying Irishman was Dalton Trumbo, later to get blacklisted for his defiance of the House Committee on Un-American Activities.

Corrigan flight-tested bombers and flew in the Ferry Command during World War II. He retired from aviation in 1950 and bought an orange grove in Santa Ana, California. Corrigan claimed he knew nothing about raising oranges, but learned by watching his neighbors.

Most of the grove was sold for development in the 1960s; Santa Ana has a street in the area named in Corrigan’s honor.


Corrigan Avenue, Santa Ana, California.

Corrigan kept his disassembled Curtiss Robin in his garage. He became a recluse after a son died in a 1972 air crash, but Corrigan was encouraged back into the public eye in 1988, the 50th anniversary of his epic flight. There’s a video of this celebration at

In the video, Corrigan recalled one of the many officials he had pestered decades ago. “He was pleasant about it,” Corrigan remembered, “but the last thing he said was, ‘Get lost!’”

“Well,” Corrigan said, “two years later, I got lost.”

Douglas Corrigan was clearly the Right (Wrong Way) Stuff. ds

© Dennis Simanaitis,, 2013


  1. Martin Jackson
    September 26, 2013

    I believe “ticket-tape parade” should read “ticker-tape parade”.. The tape is used printout of stock exchange transaction prices. Martin Jackson,

    • simanaitissays
      September 26, 2013

      Hello, Martin,
      Right you are! Fixed, with thanks. – d

  2. Dan Rhinehart
    August 19, 2019

    Why is the santa ana airport named “john wayne” rather than douglas corrigan???

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