If you are interested in speed and airplanes, then you are probably interested in fast cars. Last week my wife, my grandson, my stepson and I visited The Henry Ford museum, and in that museum was the land speed record holder in 1965 "Goldenrod". Well, the current team planning to attack the land speed record is the North American Eagle team. The really interesting thing is that they have converted the F104 "Starfighter" which was flown by Scott Crossman and General Joe Engle into a car in an attempt to break the land speed record.
How would you like to strap yourself into a car made out of an F-104 powered with an engine that develops 42,500 horsepower and take a run across a salt flat? Not my cup of tea, but great thrill to watch and/or be a part of. Over the years I have noticed that pilots are always interested in the extremes of activities. For example, most pilots I know like sailing because of the skill it takes and the peace of sailing. On the other extreme we like fast cars and speed. I believe that in order to be a competent pilot you need to have more than average intelligence and a wide range of interests. Perhaps that is because when you operate sophisticated machines in three dimensional airspace it requires interest in many different things. I can understand sailing, because a sail is nothing more than a lifting body like a wing. I can understand fast cars because airplanes are all about speed. Add in complex computers, avionics, navigation, crew coordination, ground handling, dealing with the Feds and life gets pretty exciting most of the time. Well, if you are interested in learning more about this effort to break the land speed record, then I suggest you visit Dassault Systemes
website and spend a little time exploring what that effort takes. Until next time keep your wings straight and level Hersch! JetAviator7 Within all of us is a varying amount of space lint and star dust, the residue from our creation. Most are too busy to notice it, and it is stronger in some than others. It is strongest in those of us who fly and is responsible for an unconscious, subtle desire to slip into some wings and try for the elusive boundaries of our origin. — K O Eckland, 'Footprints On Clouds.'