Firebird2XC
Well-Known Member
And i get a call from center.
Houston center: centurion 177 are you on top?
Me: Afirm
Houston center: Ok good, get ready because im about to make your day.
Me: Yeah, hows that?
Houston center: Traffic 7 O'clock 9000 ft, over taking you, he'll pass a mile off your left wing in about 20 seconds.
Me: That didnt really make my day.
Houston Center: OK, its a B-52.
And my day was made.The bad thing was, my phone was going dead so i turned it off and couldn't get it turned on quick enough to take a picture. How often do you get to take a picture of a B-52 right under your wing?
I'm with ya. Stuff like this makes my day.
I was riding a Mad Dog jumpseat home not too long ago. We were somewhere over Missouri, and Center called traffic 1000 below, right to left, 4 miles. Type?
B-2.
Watching the Stealth go by is an odd experience- it's just so unusual looking and rare that at the time it was like standing on a Manhattan sidewalk and walking Spiderman swing by.
I mean, you know that's the context in which is happens, but it's just so odd you don't think it's real.
(For those wondering, I know Spidey's not real. Don't take that away from me. Jerks.