Air-Minded: A High-Speed Abort by Any Other Name
Whew, that was close!
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There I was at 30,000 feet
Whew, that was close!
One a day in Tampa Bay
More and more, I see the pronoun people, like some members of the LGBTQI community, as participants in a giant game of Calvinball, scrambling to keep up with changing rules and shifting goalposts.
You could fly coast to coast in 1930, but your trip would entail a mix of short flights by day, overnight train rides, and occasional hotel stays when airline and train timetables didn’t mesh.
Even though GPS and computers do all the work today, student pilots are still taught to calculate speed the old-fashioned way, by timing how long it takes to fly between section lines, or to know how long to maintain a standard rate turn in order to turn 180 degrees (one minute). As on the sea, accurate timekeeping is essential when navigating by air.
A friend, whom I’ll call Tony from Texas, DM’d me about yesterday’s post, Expensive Hobby Update, asking about my watch collection.
I visited Pima Air and Space Museum in Tucson this morning.
I just committed close to a grand to have this old Seiko repaired and restored.