Roadtrip Day 268
April Fools’ Day. Watch out.
Breakfast at a cute local ‘50s style diner. Then off to the Air and Space Museum. A significant jones for me. One of many, true, but flying and space travel are deeply ingrained in my core self.
What a wonderful experience. I hafta control myself or this post will become a multithousand-word elegy. This wonderful museum contains the entire history of human flight, from the Montgolfier brothers’ balloons to the latest in space-going craft.
Some particular highlights for me include aircraft *I* admire which may not be the same for you. Go visit. Yours is probably there, too!
The fabulous twin-tail-boom P38.
My favorite warbird from WWII, the exquisite F4U Corsair. Hubba-hubba!
A coupla planes from the greatest aviation designer of the century, Burt Rutan, notably his mold-breaking Vari-EZE and the round-the-world-without-refuelling Voyager. Burt also designed SpaceShipOne (and Two). The Vari-EZE is the white one resting on its nose.
In the category of stop-and-catch-your-breath, the Enola Gay. Ronnie cried. Even I teared up. The weight of history falls like a heavy cloak when you see that nose art.
Similar but different is the emotion upon seeing the Discovery, Queen of LEO (low-earth orbit). Wow!
Melancholy feelings when viewing the SST Concorde. Why haven’t all commercial aircraft gone supersonic, instead of reverting to all-subsonic flight? So beautiful, so elegant.
Seeing a Japanese Okha suicide plane-bomb evoked another strong wave of emotion. A barely-flyable bomb with a human “guidance system.” One-way trip.
I absolutely loved the space section – Mercury and Gemini capsules, Pathfinder and Sojourner, spacesuits and EVA vehicles. Luvs me some space shit.
It was fascinating to look down at their restoration hangar. Saw current work on a WWII bomber named “Flak Bait” which lived up to its name be being the worst-shot-up craft to make it through the war.
I could go back often for a good while before tiring of the offerings there.