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Post by Thomas Kane on Jan 19, 2017 22:36:23 GMT -5
OV-10 Bronco over central California, 2013
Three years, Thomas thought, as he slowly walked around the aircraft, pausing to marvel at what he and his fellowbush pilotsand mechanicshad done: brought back from the aircraft graveyard the first of several small aircraft now sitting along the dirtstrip they called home. Three years of blood and sweat, headaches and scraped knuckles...but we did it, he thought, shaking his head. Dammit, we did it....and now--
"So what do you think, boss?" asked one of his fellow bush pilots. Looking over, he smiled a faint studious smile.
"I don't know, Danielle," Thomas replied, looking at her. "You think it'll fly?" he added as the group of them began pre-flighting the aircraft, while activity at the stronghold continued apace. That was life in a bush camp: never an idle moment...especially, Thomas mused, with walkers shambolically marching about here and there. That was the dangerous part of the world they lived in nowadays; they could deal with other humans - survivors, brigands, bandits...but it was the ever-present threat of walkers that hung over all of them. Still, it didn't deter anyone, least of all Thomas...."c'mon, let's get this beast pre-flighted so we can take 'er up in the air," he said in his gravelly East African accented voice....
Post by Thomas Kane on Jan 27, 2017 23:05:31 GMT -5
An hour later....."Okay, Danielle, let's go through the checklist, shall we?" Thomas said with his usual studious tone of voice as he and fellow repo artist-turned-ad/hoc pilot Danielle, going through each line and discarding everything they didn't need (or didn't work/wasn't available), a process that took them over an hour but eventually, with several others standing around the Bronco, Thomas waved his finger in the air in a circular motion, letting everyone know they were ready to fly.
"Alright, Danielle, let's get this beast in the air," Thomas said quietly. "Ready?"
"Ready," came the reply from the backseat; moments later, Thomas reached forward and pressed the starter button, hoping they didn't blow up the aircraft in the meantime. For a few agonizing seconds, he - and he assumed everyone around - figured the battery was dead or that something was broke, but then....in front of him, the propellers began to turn, at first almost herky-jerky and then at a more normal pace, eventually blurring into one invisible turning display. "Well, that's a good sign," he said quietly, making sure the flight controls worked. Satisfied, he keyed his radio. "Alright, Kevin, you're in charge until either we return or...," Thomas said...
"Or else?" Kevin, his trusty second-in-charge, asked.
"Or else we go to that Great Runway in the Sky," Thomas replied, adding, "and I don't think I want to go there anytime soon, okay?" waving at everyone as a way of saying, 'Get out of my way'. Once everyone was out of the way, Thomas released the brakes and the OV-10 began taxiing out to the hardpack dirt runway. "Where we headed?" Danielle asked as they paused at the end of the runway.
"Here," Thomas said, turning and pointing towards a spot on the map to their southeast; handing the map to Danielle, he continued. "We're going to follow the highway southeast, then return...we've got full tanks," pausing to check the instrument panel, "and its' well within our range, so let's go. You ready?"
"Ready, Thomas," Danielle replied, holding onto the map so that Thomas could concentrate on flying.
"Alright," Thomas said, letting off the brakes and gunning the throttles to full, "let's take this baby up in the air." The Bronco bounced along the hardpack runway as the power built up in the engines; soon he could feel the power throughout the aircraft. "And......liftoff," Thomas said, pulling back on the stick; for what seemed like forever, the Bronco hung in the air, in that precious space between the ground and the air....but once it was off the ground, it caught the air and lifted away from the ground. "There we go," he said, "there we go...."
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5