This was our work space so many days and nights , threading our way through weather sans radar, with a stormscope blinking like a pinball machine, picking our way through the storms based on what center saw on their screens, pireps from guys and girls up ahead of us, and our own guts and intuition. It was the ultimate 3 dimensional chess game as we dodged monsters , and slew dragons, enroute to safe harbor at some little county airport in the hills served by a non precision approach. Sometimes all the above wasnt enough and we were caught in an ocean of storm, pulled , and pushed, and soaked, riding the elevator of up and down drafts , dropping the gear to reduce speed while keeping the engines toasty , dangling the wheels in the breeze seemed to have a stabilizing influence on the ride, creating a sort of keel effect, in any event once we found purchase on the other side, and the stars reappeared , while the ride smoothed out , it would be gear up and we would continue on our happy way, ambling along at 150 knots , in the pursuit of aerial commerce. This picture was taken in 1993 when I flew 1065 hours in the old girl, we were more of the sky than the earth back then.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 11:53:33 +0000
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