Metroliner?
Last night as we were winging our way across the equatorial night sky we flight deck crew were comparing notes on the idiosyncrasies of the P & W R-2000 compared to the R-2800 that I flew when I was a boy. The flight attendant only had time on the R-985 Wasp Jr. which we found both quaint and revealing. Still, we both trusted her to woman the door while we in turn shook hands with the unemployed.
Of course to you kiddies today water meth injection means something untoward in the hookah.