Well, back in Summer 1959, a pal and I were on a plane spotting trip down to Cornwall from Blackpool when we called in to Thruxton. Lovely Summer's day and a Jackaroo was sitting on the grass and being 19 and therefore a fount of knowledge on everything, I casually said "well that will never take 4 people". Naturally I was overheard by a bearded aviator who said "find me 3 people and we'll go flying". So I did and we did! And neither my chum nor I were 7 stone weaklings of Charles Atlas fame. Unfortunately my log doesn't reveal the registration which is pretty poor for an ex-spotter.