Lol... you canny have one now !...
I'd give plenty up for a shot ... Sent from my SM-G935F using Tapatalk
Good man Stu. Keep on the juice, man. My eldest son is aiming for aeronautical engineering, the younger boy will also be an engineer, different flavour. It's what makes humans special is coming up with crazy sh*t like the A-12/SR-71, iPhones and skyscrapers. The "R" in SR-71 is for 'reconnaissance' and was designed to out run Soviet SAM's FFS, and regularly did. Lol.
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I grew up near Greenham Common and before the 501st Missile wing took over, it was military aeroplane nirvana. My dad was a local big-wig and ran the "Anglo-American" committee which meant there were loads of US pilots and their wives passing through our gaff. I remember listening in to stories of messing around in fast jets, and knew exactly what I wanted to do. Anyone who's met me will realise how this dream went to sh*t about the age my head started hitting door frames. At 14 years of age I was star cadet at 211 ATC squadron, I celebrated my 15th birthday in the pub getting served beer, so not so bad. If you think MotoGP riders are small, talking to the red arrow pilots at the Air Tattoo one year was like being in kindergarden, I'd have been about 13 years old and still towered over them.
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I've got an SR-71 story, dunno if it's true, seems unlikely but it is funny. I didn't get it off the internet, but from my Dad.
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You can imagine there wasn't too much sympathy for the peace camp in Newbury. All sorts of reasons, not least friends who lived near the base having people come and sh*t in their garden during demonstrations, plus all the military and local law who we knew, not exactly seeing eye to eye. I digress.
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Greenham Common had a very long runway and despite the bunkers being on site (a friend's Dad built them, he got very rich off that job) they'd still get big planes that needed special arrangements landing (C5 Galaxy, another one for you Stu) after the Cruise arrived. The SR-71 arrived one day for who-knows-why. My dad heard (second hand) that the pilots weren't fans of the peace camp and had a little surprise in store. When they took off, they did a half circle and returned to overfly the south camp at which point they stuck the nose in the air and gave it the beans. Apparently the happy campers were picking their tents and washing out of the gauzy undergrowth for some time afterwards. Sub-sonic Lol.
ps. BTW, those Cruise missile launchers were the scariest sh*t I've ever seen. Being a young rascal, I'd sometimes nick my dad's car at night. I twice bumped into a convoy of launchers in the wee small hours as they went out on excercise. Both times, I was pulled over by MP's with guns who didn't give a f*ck that I had no license. "Wait here sonny..." as a line of 10 wheeled Gryphons thundered past. It never occurred to me to say "Excuse me officer, but I do believe those nuclear missile launchers are exceeding the speed limit"
pps. Litre sportsbike is the nearest I ever got to flying a fast jet. Again, not so bad. I often think, 1 foot shorter and it would have been a very different life. But if my uncle had **** he'd be my auntie...
ppps. The SR-71 does indeed expand and contract in flight, an actual SR-71 pilot told my Dad. The fuel tanks leak when it's parked up and is one of the reasons they have to fill them up in the air. Lol. Don't believe the internet doubters. It's true.