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Getting out of my car at a south-of-London B&B long ago, I looked up as any old pilot would at the sound of a jet. The dropped nose (on final to Heathrow) and the squared tail held my gaze until it disappeared. Wow!
I also saw Bob Hoover on several occasions. An elegant. dapper man in a black suit and white shirt no matter what the aircraft.
One day it was a Beech twin that he put through an aerobatic show that probably sent the designer into cardiac arrest.
After cutting the engines just above the runway in front of the crowd, he completed a full loop and coasted to a stop right where he had started.
Then he got out sipping at the cup of coffee he had also started with.
Wow again!
Hey, this page is almost as fun as the IOTD.
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