Share this story On a September morning in 1962, the air traffic controllers at Van Nuys Airport made a phone call. They told the local police and fire departments to stand by. Out on the ramp sat the most absurd aeroplane anyone there had ever seen — a Boeing...
Share this story At 11,000 feet over the wooded hills north of New York City, on a grey December afternoon, two airliners that were never supposed to meet found themselves on a converging path. Within seconds the tip of a Boeing 707’s left wing sliced through...
Share this story It was Christmas Eve, 1971, and the cabin smelled of pine and damp wool. Somewhere among the wrapped presents and the holiday cakes balanced on laps, a seventeen-year-old girl in a sleeveless mini-dress sat beside her mother, watching a wall of black...
Share this story On a freezing afternoon in May 1942, on a frozen lake near the Ural town of Bilimbay, a stubby green aeroplane the size of a fighter trainer crouched on the snow. It carried no propeller. In its tail sat a steel chamber fed by red fuming nitric acid...
Share this story The sky over Dayton was the washed-out blue of a late October afternoon when Lieutenant Harold R. Harris felt his control stick begin to hammer in his hand. He was a mile and a half above the rooftops, throwing his stubby Loening monoplane through a...
Share this story On the morning of 17 March 1947, two test pilots lifted a four-engined jet off the hard-packed lakebed at Muroc, in the California high desert, and into a clear blue sky. The aircraft was ungainly, slab-sided, and unmistakably a product of the piston...
Share this story The blizzard came in off the Sea of Japan in sheets, and the flight deck of the USS Oriskany pitched in the grey November swell. It was 18 November 1952, and Lieutenant Royce Williams climbed into the cockpit of his Grumman F9F-5 Panther for his...
Share this story When the little monoplane bumped to a stop at Baldonnel Aerodrome outside Dublin on the morning of 18 July 1938, the ground crew did not quite know what they were looking at. The aircraft was a patchwork of solder and baling wire. The door was held...
Share this story It is a grey, gusty morning on the Kent coast in 1955, and a man in a tweed jacket is doing something that looks faintly absurd: he is driving his Austin straight into the nose of an aeroplane. Ahead of him, two great rounded doors stand open like the...
Share this story In the late 1960s, a CIA analyst sat staring at a grainy satellite photograph of the Caspian Sea and could not make the numbers work. The machine in the frame was nearly 100 metres long — longer than a Boeing 747 — yet it was clearly...
Share this story Picture a flatbed trailer tilting slowly skyward in the California desert until it stands almost vertical, and clinging to it nose-up like a wasp on a windowpane, a stubby silver dart of an aircraft. There is no runway in sight. There is no landing...
Share this story Picture a desert morning at Edwards in 1949: dust, sagebrush, and a fighter that looks like someone bolted the wings on the wrong way round. Most aircraft wings are fat where they meet the fuselage and slim to a graceful point at the tip. The Republic...
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