Well, I hope to be able to tell you what it’s like, Bob. I might have
mentioned not too long ago that next year will be the 40th anniversary of my
First Solo in a Hawk T1.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=4450879283&set=a.4138779283.747.511529283&type=3&theater
I was on the first Hawk course and I was the first ab initio student to fly it
solo, in July 1977. I had occasion to mention this to the RAF Valley Station
Commander last year and he offered me an anniversary flight.
There were 3 of us on the first Hawk course at RAF Valley, two of us remain.
The 3rd died displaying a newer Hawk at Bratislava in 1999; he had been the
first RAF pilot to fly the F117.
Sorry if I am repeating myself :~)
Chris
> On 28 Aug 16, at 12:48, Bob Whitmire <fujixbob@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
>
> Oh, I dunno. If the pilot realized his passenger was an old poop and adjusted
> his aerobatics accordingly... ;-)
>
> I know there's a two-seat Spitfire, but I'm sure the cost of the ride would
> leave me destitute.
>
> Sigh.
>
> --Ground-Bound Bob
>
> Sent from my iPhone 6s Plus. This is a perfect mobile device. Any perceived
> errors in spelling, grammar, or logic are figments of your imagination.
>
>> On Aug 28, 2016, at 2:14 AM, ChrisB <ftog@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
>>
>> It’s a beautiful poem, and apparently he wrote it after an early trip in a
>> Spitfire.
>>
>> I don’t think that you’d enjoy a fast jet nearly as much, Bob :-)
>>
>> Chris
>>
>>> On 28 Aug 16, at 00:11, Bob Whitmire <fujixbob@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
>>>
>>> Just re-read High Flight by John Magee again today. What's the chance I can
>>> hitch a ride in a fast jet sometime? Visiting dignitary stuff, y'know? ;-)
>>>
>>> "Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
>>> And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
>>> Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
>>> of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
>>> You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
>>> High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
>>> I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
>>> My eager craft through footless halls of air....
>>>
>>> Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
>>> I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
>>> Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
>>> And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
>>> The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
>>> Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."
>>>
>>> 'Flung my eager craft through footless halls of air ...' Good lord, where
>>> does that stuff come from?
>>
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