My very first flight
One that i'd rather forget !
It was an epic journey from Upavon to Thruxton circa 1972, in one of the infamous Thruxton Jackaroos.
My brother and I, (already scared s*******s), arrived overhead our destination, when suddenly there was a loud bang. The pilot, who, up until then had a beaming smile on his face, went very quiet and straight-faced.
I don't remember anything else, except us being shown a few days later the state of one of the pistons from the Gipsy Major - it had a hole in it the size of a golf ball !