The other gross injustice to the old girl was meat-bombing. Most summer weekends we would rip the seats out and 30 parachute-equipped peanuts would sit on the floor while we climbed as quickly as possible to 12,000 feet, then they'd all leap out in waves of 6 or so.
How about
48. Both cargo doors removed. Two groups of 24 each. These guys would stand up
facing the exit in 4 rows of 6 abreast. ie a bunch of 24. On their signal, the first group of 24 all run towards the exit and they are gone. At this time the next 24, move down the back and immediately repeat what the first group did.
Talk about a pitch change
