Can't answer her recent history, but OhmiGawd! It makes me feel so old to remember Bravo Jules in her BeaCopter days when we were so young.
Is it really forty five years ago already? Damn nearly half a century. A significant fraction of a millennium. Consequently a significant, hopefully small, fraction of the age of a dinosaur.
I really ought to buzz off the winter plumage entirely instead of just tweaking back the Chinaman's hat on my beard trimmer's trim. The plumage makes me look older than I feel when I just shave the periphery. I'm not really that old. Am I?
Bravo Jules. A good 'un.
I remember doing norty stuff, like belting through between the twin crown blocks of a certain Northern platform, at rather close to Vne, with the for'ard part of the disc not very much above the sticky up bits on the tops of the derricks. You can tell that stuff to the whey-faced kids nowadays and they won't believe you. Nor should they, but it's true. We did that thing, at least once, deniably.
Here's tae ya, Bravo Jules! We pulled some pitch in our day!