You'll never get to heaven In a PBY
Hate to tell you your wrong Low. Airshow a while back and the Cat was the only thing that sent this old sat behind a serious radial at one point in the career man to heaven. And the perfume of 145 octane - those were the days when greasy kids stuff went on ones scalp and not in the fuel tank, and the only whining was from the cockpit and didnt have to compete with those hoover thingies outside.