|Quoting GST (Reply 3):
I remember thinking to myself, this is surely what flying is all about.
|Quoting Gemuser (Reply 4):
A first light landing, to the north, inside the shadow those massive mountains, then the drumming as the hull makes contact and the smooth "splash in" are still etched in my memory 36 years later.
Again, those are exactly the kind of things I'm talking about! Those moments that even years later stick in our minds, but wouldn't necessarily mean a lot to non-enthusiasts. OK
, my first example happened only today, but I have a ton from years gone by that I could pull on.
Here's another example that I'll share, that wouldn't necessarily mean a lot to some, but meant a lot to me...
Back in the late 70s/early 80s, my dad used to (under sufferance) take his whiny brat of a son (a.k.a. moi!) on fairly frequent Sunday afternoon spotting visits to LHR
. My dad had absolutely no interest in aviation, and truth be known, was sh*t scared of flying. All he really wanted to do on a Sunday afternoon was go to the pub, eat his roast dinner then fall asleep watching the football on the telly!
But this particular afternoon he had again indulged my passion and we had spent a number of hours on the roof of carpark 3, roaming the decks of the Queen's Building and doing a walking tour of the terminals.
His ordeal was finally over for another week, and we were making our way home to Battersea via the M4
, with a happy bunny sat in the passenger seat of his Ford Cortina.
But just as we had left the Heathrow Spur, I looked up and saw the lumbering shape of a 747 approaching us from the north east. I couldn't believe my eyes, having never seen anything approach LHR
from that direction. Moments later I was pratically staring into the cockpit of the El Al jumbo as it made its way across the M4
for a landing on the now-closed runway 23!! Yes, I was experiencing my one and only 23 landing! Up until that point, and ever since, I had/have only ever experienced takeoffs and landings from the parallels, and I was so excited that I didn't know what to do with myself!!! My dad, of course, was unable to share my excitement, but if we had had the "OMG" acronym back then, I'm sure I would have used it!
Well I enjoyed it anyway...!
[Edited 2008-07-02 17:39:38]
Ladies & gentlemen this is Captain Tobias Wilcock welcoming you aboard Coconut Airways flight 372 to Bridgetown Barb