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DC10FE

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  1. This has been around for quite some time, but it;s still fun to read -- and sadly it's 100% true.

    Don R.

     
     
    The Age of the 707

    (Go to the overrun and suck the gear up) 

      
    Those
     were the good ole days. Pilots back then were men that
    didn't want to be
     women or girly men. Pilots all knew who
    Jimmy Doolittle was. Pilots drank
     coffee, whiskey, smoked
    cigars and didn't wear digital watches.

    They
     carried their own suitcases and brain bags, like the
    real men they were.
     Pilots didn't bend over into the
    crash position multiple times each day in
     front of the
    passengers at security so that some Gov't agent could
    probe
     for tweezers or fingernail clippers or too much
    toothpaste.

    Pilots did not go through the terminal impersonating a
    caddy
     pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers, guitars, and feed
    bags
     full of tofu and granola on a sissy-trailer with no hat
    and granny glasses
     hanging on a pink string around their
    pencil neck while talking to their
     personal trainer on the
    cell phone!!!

    Being an airline Captain was as
     good as being the King in a
    Mel Brooks movie. All the Stewardesses (aka.
    Flight
     Attendants ) were young, attractive, single women that were
    proud to
     be combatants in the sexual revolution. They didn't
    have to turn sideways,
     grease up and suck it in to get
    through the cockpit door. They would blush,
    and say thank you, when told that they looked good, instead of filing a
    sexual
     harassment claim. 
     
    Junior Stewardesses shared a room and
    talked
     about men.... with no thoughts of substitution. 
    Passengers wore nice clothes and were polite; they could
    speak AND understand English. They didn't
     speak gibberish or
    listen to loud gangsta rap on their IPods. They bathed
    and
     didn't smell like a rotting pile of garbage in a jogging
    suit and
     flip-flops. 
     
    Children didn't travel alone, commuting
    between trailer parks.
     
     
    There were no Biggest Losers asking for
    a seatbelt extension or a Scotch and
     grapefruit juice
    cocktail with a twist.
     
    If the Captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting jerk
    off the airplane, it was done without any
     worries of a
    lawsuit or getting fired.


    Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom and
    left an impressive black smoke trail like a
     locomotive
    burning soft coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once the
    throttles
     were pushed up they were left there. After all, it was the
    jet
     age and the idea was to go fast (run like a lizard on a
    hardwood floor).
      

    "Economy cruise" was something in the
    performance book, but no one knew why or
     where it was. When
    the clacker went
     off, no one got all tight and scared because
    Boeing built it out of iron. Nothing was going to fall off
     and
    that sound had the same effect on real pilots then, as
    Viagra does now for
     these new age guys.

    There was very little plastic and no composites on
    the
     airplanes (or the Stewardesses' pectoral regions). Airplanes
    and women
     had eye-pleasing symmetrical curves, not a bunch
    of ugly vortex generators,
     ventral fins, winglets, flow
    diverters, tattoos, rings in their nose, tongues
     and eyebrows.

    Airlines were run by men like C.R. Smith, Juan
    Trippe, and Bob Six,
    who
     had built their companies virtually from scratch, knew most
    of their
     employees by name, and were lifetime airline
    employees themselves.. ..not pseudo
     financiers and bean
    counters who flit from one occupation to another for a
    few
     bucks, a better parachute or a fancier title, while
    fervently
     believing that they are a class of beings unto
    themselves.


    And so it was back then....and never will be again! 
      
     
        Damn!
     
     
  2. Casey, I'm not sure if I like this new format.  Like a lot of other members here, I'm an old fart and was very comfortable wandering around the old format.  I'll probably get used to it over time.  It's still the best aviation site on the Internet.

    Maybe I'm missing it, but one of my favorite things to do just before logging out was to check any new member's profile, if there was one.  Also, no more signature?

    Don R.

  3. This subject may have been discussed on this forum before, but my CRS has been getting worse, so here it is again. What's the difference between the USAF T56-15 engine and the USN T56-16 engine?

    Don R.

  4. DC10FE: Your last is ironic as while you were on Bravo Rote during the Summer 76 I was across the Channel on Delta Rote at RM. However, I spent 4 July (the Bicentennial) at MHZ on a 24 hour layover (which funnily enough describes the activities that took place). I'd been at MHZ the autumn prior (Sep - Nov 75) on Bravo and was on the first MAC Herk that went down to Dharan SA to replace the USMTM-SA C-118 operation and assume the callsign of Bat 60.

    I got back to LRAFB from Rote 76 at the end of Aug and immediately began out-processing to go to HC-130 School at Kirkland, prior to PCSing to the 67th ARRS at Woodbridge in Nov.

    Interesting, Mark. I went to Rescue school at Hill in 1973 or 74 with orders back to Korat. They got canceled, though.

    Really enjoyed the Bat 60 trips. All daytime flying to all paved runways. When the 37th opened up at RM, they tied up that USMTM mini-rote.

    Don R.

  5. In the summer to fall of 66 we started operation cross-switch rotations to first Evereaux France and then when Charlie kicked NATO out, we moved over to Mildenhall.

    I've been out for quite some time, but I've never heard the phrase "cross-switch rotations." Was I living under a rock all those years?

    Don R.

  6. Thanks Fritz. I was in Transient Alert when I was there. Had my paperwork in to go to the 1198th when I got orders for Korat RTAFB, Thailand. The 1198th was no more by the time I got back.

    Did you happen to make it to the Jet Bar by the main gate? A real dump.

    Don R.

  7. I know this is pretty hard to believe, but it's true. Flying from Jedda to Dhahran in a brand new 1974 H-model, we got almost to 44,000 feet when a turbine overheat light came on. I must've gulped down a liter of LOX. I can't remember the AC's name, but, after getting out, he built a cement boat and sailed it to Hawaii.

    Don R.

  8. Fritz, just out of curiousity, are you referring to the far east end of the main ramp or the east end of the ramp by the end of runway 24? The reason I ask is because the east ramp by rwy 24 is where the Heavy Chain C-130's were parked when I was stationed there in 1971.

    Don R.

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