A Lasting Memory
On a blue sky day in the summer of, oh, I think it was 77-78?, the RAT took off on an easterly heading over my home town of Shoreham, with each ac offering puffs of smoke on a seemingly random basis.
As a 14 year old enthusiast, I waved like mad from the garden, not appreciating that the chances of any of the pilots spotting me in his mid-range 9 o'clock, let alone see me jumping up and down like a madman, were negligible.
However, the instant after I waved the nearest Pitts executed a 360 snap roll. Although I'll never know if I was seen, the spontaneity was terrific. In my mind, we'd made a connection, and I've carried that memory with me ever since.
Great thread, with so many of my chilhood heroes featuring.