Originally Posted by
treadigraph
On a quiet still night... magical to hear radials gently rumbling into the distance.
One dark night my mother was driving me home from some child event, when the car was lit up like daylight as we went past the old threshold of Southends 06. You could hear the popping and crackling, but not each other screaming, as the beast flew over us, wheels inches from the car roof. Luckily she regained her composure and we made it home in one piece. Many times I have landed on that same runway and I still vividly remember that night.