The Royal Aeronautical Society Human Powered Flight Group
The Royal Aeronautical Society's 'Man Powered Aircraft Group' was formed in 1959 by the members of the Man Powered Group of the College of Aeronautics at Cranfield when they were invited to join the Society. Its title was changed from 'Man' to 'Human' in 1988 because of the many successful flights made by female pilots.
Under the auspices of the Society, in 1959 the industrialist Henry Kremer offered the first Kremer Prizes of £50,000 for the first human-powered aeroplane to fly a figure-of-eight course round two markers half-a-mile apart.
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