Not always military these testical elvations
RR Hucknall, mid 1969, boss and self been prop swinging a Cosmic Wind (small formula wotsit aircraft) hot day, poor engine ventilation under very tight cowling and it just wouldn't catch. With one last disgusted swing before calling off, the blessed thing whirled into life. Now the pilot, he of steely gaze, decided that with the engine running he wasn't going to stop for man nor beast hared off at 45deg to runway, narrowly missing the port wing tip of the BBMF Hurricane. Hauled it into the air causing a sharp intake of breath from the Britannia on short finals.
Satco dancing a fandango on the tower steps screaming at me to 'get his name and reg No I'll murder the.... (not nice word). The Cosmic Wind is by now emulating its name sake and dwindling to a dot.
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