Dear God Gents (& Ladies), beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. As a sprog at Coningsby in the late 60s, early 70s I have very fond memories of many happy days at the "crash gates" watching them go by. The sight, followed by the almost instantaneous whumpff sound of an F4 breaking over the airfield before turning downwind will live with me till I go. The Bucc is good looking flying at 50' ASL but on the ground's an ugly duckling with a pregnant underbelly. The F4 stands tall, straight and proud on the ground but is in it's element when airborne. Enough.