The mainland Chinese aviation company Xi'an Aircraft Industry Company (XAC) has developed the first all-Chinese new-generation short haul passenger aircraft for carrying 50 to 60 passengers. The turboprop aircraft made its first flight over the Chinese capital and is expected to make the company competitive in the growing global market for turboprop passenger aircraft.
The Xinzhou-600 is an updated follow-on to the Xinzhou-60 aircraft with a more comfortable cabin and better designed body structure and maintenance systems than its predecessor. The company has orders for 136 of the Xinzhou-60, and it is expected that development of the new Xinzhou-600 aircraft will result in even more orders for the new aircraft from countries like Zambia, the Republic of Congo, Laos, Zimbabwe and Bolivi, giving China the advantage in competing in the global market for turboprop aircraft, where demand is expected to reach 1,900 in20 years.
Also in the news this morning it was annonced that China will require owners of cars in the capital city of Beijing to not drive their cars one day per month in an effort to help the rampant pollution in the city. Residents are skeptical that this will have any effect considering that 1,000 new cars are placed on the cities streets each day.
At least with the new home-grown aircraft, the Xinzhou-600, some residents can escape the city if only for a short time. It seems a rapidly growing industrial economy brings its own problems with it.
Until next time keep your wings straight and level Hersch!
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space...
...put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
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