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From: Pd on 19 Mar 2010 15:40 D.M. Procida <real-not-anti-spam-address(a)apple-juice.co.uk> wrote: > > I'm a PC remember. > > Really? I'm a person. Debatable. -- Pd
From: Peter Ceresole on 19 Mar 2010 16:31 Graeme <Graeme(a)greywall.demon.co.uk> wrote: > > > I remember watching 707s taking off from Nairobi in the hot season[1], > > > didn't sound a bit like my computer :-) > > > > > > [1] Two and a half mile runway and they needed every last inch. > > > > They damn well did. > > > > It always felt to me like we were going all the way by road. > > It was watching the giraffe ducking in the game reserve the other side of the > Mombasa road that made me nervous. Bill Bedford told a story of his first flight in a 707- the old smoking stovepipe version which almost defined the phrase 'marginal excess power'. After takeoff he was, of course, invited to the sharp end, and mentioned that the ground run had seemed a little... prolonged. The pilot said to him 'Christ, Bill, the only thing that gets this aeroplane off the ground is the curvature of the earth'. -- Peter
From: Pd on 19 Mar 2010 17:21 Peter Ceresole <peter(a)cara.demon.co.uk> wrote: > Bill Bedford told a story of his first flight in a 707- the old smoking > stovepipe version which almost defined the phrase 'marginal excess > power'. After takeoff he was, of course, invited to the sharp end, and > mentioned that the ground run had seemed a little... prolonged. The > pilot said to him 'Christ, Bill, the only thing that gets this aeroplane > off the ground is the curvature of the earth'. Love it! -- Pd
From: Pd on 19 Mar 2010 17:24 Peter Ceresole <peter(a)cara.demon.co.uk> wrote: > After takeoff he was, of course, invited to the sharp end February 2001 I was in flight on the day I turned 40, and my wife organised a visit to the cockpit. The stewardess woke me to invite me up there, but I was stupid and sleepy and declined. Of course, seven months later all cockpit visits for the general public ceased forever. Stupid, stupid, stupid me. -- Pd
From: Peter Ceresole on 19 Mar 2010 18:08
Pd <peterd.news(a)gmail.invalid> wrote: > February 2001 I was in flight on the day I turned 40, and my wife > organised a visit to the cockpit. The stewardess woke me to invite me up > there, but I was stupid and sleepy and declined. Of course, seven months > later all cockpit visits for the general public ceased forever. > > Stupid, stupid, stupid me. Oh yes... Just that time, you certainly were. Not a hell of a lot to see, unless you're aviating around Africa (in an F-27) and the pilot lets you sit in the jump seat for landing) but still infinitely *nice*. I was once in the hump of a 747 Combi [1] going from London to Tokyo via (in those days) Anchorage. I got chatting with the stewardess and talked to her about her rosters and shifts... And for some reason she suddenly asked if I'd like to go up front. It was very overcast- Alaska in winter- but I got shown the Yukon river coming up on the weather radar in mapping mode, and then whoosh, there was a break in the cloud and there it was. White on very white. Fascinating to see, in a big plane like that, how very small the cockpit was. In Anchorage we got socked in by sleet and runway contamination, so I missed a day's shooting in Chiba. But Hiroshima worked out well, and as a bonus I got to see my uncle's memorial: <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:HiroshimaMarcelJunod7028.jpg>. [1] In the back they had, among other things, some Henry Moores for an exhibition in Tokyo. There were two minders from the British Council. When we had to leave the plane on the ground over night in Anchorage they were a bit worried... But they were nice people, and next morning we shared a taxi for a tour of the town. The driver was a friendly Iraqi. The sea was frozen out to the horizon, and for the first time I came across those huge accumulations of snow that start with the wind blowing a fist-sized random lump across the ice picking up surface scumble, and end up hundreds of miles later larger than a house. Every day, something new and great... -- Peter |