I don't know the model of this 4 engine bomber, but PBS did a story on the two year long ordeal of a team that went to Iceland to uncover and fly it out. Changed engines, tires, long list. They would get one or two engines running in a day, etc. finally time to taxi and the APU tipped and caught fire, all was lost. But the sight of those monstrous radials coming to life, must have been like what BIG is referring to, I'd pay to be standing nearby just for that.
Couple of years ago at a breakfast flyin out in Ohio, they were selling rides, a Cessna and a thing called a Stearman. I asked what's a Stearman, guy pointed to the tail dragger. I was first in line, amazing.
Fred told me about one of his "unscheduled" landings, said when you can read Hamilton Standard (IIRC) when it should have been a blur pulling you along, it was a bad day.
BIG,
That's the one, amazing story and one of his crew died working on it. I hit a link, you can spend a lot of time chasing those clips. Hey, try to find Arthur Godfrey taking you on a personal tour of a Constellation. He got the Captain to feather 3 engines. I'm on an iPad ain't learned to get fancy and copy paste stuff.
The prop on that racer looked like it had blades from a tug boat prop shop, wow.
Gary,
That was a B-29 they pulled out of Iceland. The special was great. It showed the trials and tribulations of piecing this old warbird together after 50 years in the ice. http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/military/b29-frozen.html
Those were the same engines that were used on the C-97. BIG hit the nail on the head on the excitement factor... I sure miss the sound of them ol' recips - especially the big-uns. Ridin' brakes on an engine run and throwin' some serious pitch to the props made her growl... Music... Sweet, sweet music. Also, the squeal of the brakes on taxi. If ya heard that noise on your Cummins you'd pull over and call for a tow ASAP. The C-97 had four five-gallon kegs under the flight engineer's instrument station, each with a manual pump to add oil to the respective engine in-flight.
The F4U was a fantastic aircraft. I've had the experience of standing near one when he fired up the 18 jug PW Wasp. Nothing but brute power.
That's great for a big FIXED wing... How about a big ROTARY wing!This one always kind of impressed me :-laf http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ra_khhzuFlE
That's great for a big FIXED wing... How about a big ROTARY wing!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQ7pVjQ5Y5g
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VC2E8RJE3Jo
Extra shiney berries on this Marine!
Never liked the rotary wing toy's anything that flies is supposed to have forward movement AT ALL TIMES. When we went back to a regular base from the FAC air strip they would take us in a copter no doors live ammo JUST ABOVE trees whizzing by JUST GAVE ME A WEDGIE That was the only bad part of going to town.
impressive move by an impressive plane,wqs a boom operator on KC-135Q in 1he early 70's,the molitary version of the 707,the 135 still flying today last new one was delivered to the air force in 1963,thats one hell of a long service life. another example of OLD GUYS RULE !
Hey BLNRAY, how early in the 70's? I was assigned to the 456th AMS AFCS shop @ Beale. Ever fly with a pilot, Captain Sullivan? I think his first name was Pete? Then there was Steve and Mike (can't remember their last names). All were my neighbors in an apartment complex in Linda. Or, run into a crew chief named Spencer Davis? Got a few rides on "maintenance" flights where the envelope was pushed a bit. Amazing aircraft for sure! As a "groundpounder" avionics type we got some time on the portable flight simulator in the rail car late at night after the flight crews were done, or after doing some maintenance on it. That was a blast - until "someone" throws in a huge crosswind (SURPRISE) just before touchdown... at least it was a botched landing that everyone could walk away from - which, I believe, is in the definition of a "good" landing. I think the biggest hazard was the steps getting into the rail car.
Decorated (bandages) Member of the "Royal Order of the Waffleheads"... (crowned many-a-time by them darned flight deck entry grates)