I have an air racing dream at least every month. I had one last night that I wish the rest of you could have experienced.
I'm sitting on the fence line watching practice with my pop as usual when Ron B. comes SCREAMING buy in PM on what looks like at least a 540mph lap. The "whine" from the Griffon at this speed is unlike anything I've ever heard. It's somehow harmoniously smooth and sounds like it has been set free of what usually seems like chains holding that whole contraption back from turning the kinds of rpms that would allow this kind of speed. Ron has done it. He has figured out the Griffon and it is now a Merlin killer. Now here is where it gets good. I now have Tivo control of life and I can rewind this pass over and over and I do, over and over.
sigh.
I'm sitting on the fence line watching practice with my pop as usual when Ron B. comes SCREAMING buy in PM on what looks like at least a 540mph lap. The "whine" from the Griffon at this speed is unlike anything I've ever heard. It's somehow harmoniously smooth and sounds like it has been set free of what usually seems like chains holding that whole contraption back from turning the kinds of rpms that would allow this kind of speed. Ron has done it. He has figured out the Griffon and it is now a Merlin killer. Now here is where it gets good. I now have Tivo control of life and I can rewind this pass over and over and I do, over and over.
sigh.