Plane Talk
The CAF Airsho is going on even as I type this, and I can hear the occasional rumble of a vintage fighter, bomber, or trainer through the windows. There's nothing quite like the sound of those old rotary aircraft engines.
Yesterday's bike ride took me under the approach pattern for the airport where the planes are based for the weekend, and a steady stream of aircraft flew above me, either arriving for the show or getting in some practice time.
I think a B-2 Stealth bomber passed overhead while I was riding, but, of course, I can't be sure.
Well, it wasn't very stealthy, was it? ;-)
Posted by: Eric at September 29, 2007 03:38 PMNah, they had their cloaking device that they stole from the Klingons turned off that day.
Posted by: Tricia at September 29, 2007 05:32 PMIs there any connection between plane watching and..... umm....bicycle wrecks?
Posted by: Jordan at September 29, 2007 08:29 PMThanks for bringing that up, Mike. ;-)
No, believe it or not, I actually pulled off the road to watch (and listen to) the planes.
Posted by: Eric at September 29, 2007 09:00 PM"....old rotary aircraft engines."
Actually, radial engines, but your close enough for government work.
Wallace, I thought that didn't sound right when I typed it. I blame the concussion and weeks-long coma. ;-)
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Oh, I LOVE the B-2! I went to the 1999 Indy 500, and the flyover at the end of the National Anthem was executed by a B-2. We had the cheapest seats at the speedway, but our particular location was right underneath its path. Having that thing fly right over my head was the highlight of the day for me! In the immortal words of George Thorogood, those things are bad to the bone.
Posted by: Tricia at September 29, 2007 03:20 PM