Old story, WW2 vintage, when female ATA pilots used to ferry all sorts of war-planes from factories to operational airfields -
High-ranking RAF person (scrambled-egg on hat-peak, etc), looking for a lift from some factory somewhere-or-other back to his unit, told there was a Lanc out there just going his way, climb on board.
Races out, climbs in, settles into navigator's perch.
Looks around, nobody else there.
Four Merlins start up, one after another.
Then notices a young girl, head down, hunched in the left-hand seat, reading Pilot's Notes.
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Last edited by White Shadow; 2nd Aug 2002 at 14:39.