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My very first airplane ride was in 1959, going from LA to the territory of Hawaii, in a C-54. We were going 190 MPH, unpressurized, at 10,000 feet. Nothing but waves to look at. Oh, and you sit facing the tail, so we were going backwards the entire trip. Just a mere 2,560 miles, so only 13 hours and 45 minutes in the air!
I actually asked my mom "mommy, is this where we live now?" As a little kid I was bored to death. Sitting in a airplane seat, just the drone of the engines, and nothing to look at out the window but endless waves.
As dad was a pilot, he made us stay seat-belted into place unless we had to go to the bathroom. Then it was walk to the bathroom, and get that done ASAP, and back to the seat, strapped down.
I honestly don't remember what the meals were, the flight itself is one of my earliest memories. I do remember dad was in uniform, and mom was dressed up like they were going to a fancy wedding, with a hat, and gloves and nice dress. I am sure it sucked for her even more trying to keep two boys from fighting and making us behave.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
Last edited by GH85Carrera; 07-31-2023 at 11:36 AM..
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