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Old 22nd Jul 2015, 18:56
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Capn Rex Havoc
 
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WHEN MEN WERE MEN AND 707s ROAMED THE EARTH..,,,,,ABSOLUTLY BRILLIANT,HOW & HOW TRUE, HOW TRUE......

To:

The Age of the 707


That smoke is from the 1,700 pounds of water injection the J-57s used for take off. (Go to the overrun and suck the gear up)

Those were the good ole days. Pilots back then were men that

didn't want to be women or girly men. Pilots all knew who

Jimmy Doolittle was. Pilots drank coffee, whiskey, smoked

cigars and didn't wear digital watches.

They carried their own suitcases and brain bags, like the

real men they were. Pilots didn't bend over into the

crash position multiple times each day in front of the

passengers at security so that some Gov't agent could

probe for tweezers or fingernail clippers or too much toothpaste.

Pilots did not go through the terminal impersonating a

caddy pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers, guitars, and feed

bags full of tofu and granola on a sissy-trailer with no hat

and granny glasses hanging on a pink string around their

pencil neck while talking to their personal trainer on the

cell phone!!!


Being an airline Captain was as good as being the King in a

Mel Brooks movie. All the Stewardesses (aka.

Flight Attendants) were young, attractive, single women that were

proud to be combatants in the sexual revolution. They didn't

have to turn sideways, grease up and suck it in to get

through the cockpit door. They would blush,

and say thank you, when told that they looked good, instead of filing a

sexual harassment claim.

Junior Stewardesses shared a room and

talked about men.... with no thoughts of substitution.

Passengers wore nice clothes and were polite; they could

speak AND understand English. They didn't speak gibberish or

listen to loud gangsta rap on their IPods. They bathed

and didn't smell like a rotting pile of garbage in a jogging

suit and flip-flops.

Children didn't travel alone, commuting

between trailer parks.

There were no Biggest Losers asking for

a seatbelt extension or a Scotch and grapefruit juice

cocktail with a twist.

If the Captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting jerk

off the airplane, it was done without any worries of a

lawsuit or getting fired.

Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom and

left an impressive black smoke trail like a locomotive

burning soft coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once the

throttles were pushed up they were left there. After all, it was the

jet age and the idea was to go fast (run like a lizard on a

hardwood floor).

"Economy cruise" was something in the

performance book, but no one knew why or where it was. When

the clacker went off, no one got all tight and scared because

Boeing built it out of iron. Nothing was going to fall off and

that sound had the same effect on real pilots then, as

Viagra does now for these new age guys.

There was very little plastic and no composites on

the airplanes (or the Stewardesses' pectoral regions). Airplanes

and women had eye-pleasing symmetrical curves, not a bunch

of ugly vortex generators, ventral fins, winglets, flow

diverters, tattoos, rings in their nose, tongues and eyebrows.

Airlines were run by men like C.R. Smith, Juan Trippe, and Bob Six,

who had built their companies virtually from scratch, knew most

of their employees by name, and were lifetime airline

employees themselves.. ..not pseudo financiers and bean

counters who flit from one occupation to another for a

few bucks, a better parachute or a fancier title, while

fervently believing that they are a class of beings unto themselves.


And so it was back then....and never will be again!
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