k5083 wrote:
A most enviable experience Baldeagle. Do you have any from-the-right-seat impressions to share about how it handled?
August
It is a heck of a ride, better than the P-51, which is obviously a high bar. In the back seat of the '51 you can see the back of the pilot, and the two wings, and it makes a lot of glorious noise (plus all of your friends on the ground are jealous). In the Mosquito there are Merlins roaring away on both sides, props spinning almost within reach, you're looking out through lots of canopy framing instead of a bubble, the cockpit is so tight that the seats are staggered, and you can see everything the pilot is doing. There are stories that on long flights Kermit would get up to 10,000 feet and swap seats so that the rider (one of his employees) could fly a little, but the Lakeland trip was the longest I got in it. The neatest ride I had was one of its last flights, near Oshkosh, when Kermit rolled it. Just from watching I'd say that it looks like it must be a very nice flying airplane.
Another good ride is a Curtiss Jenny, lots of stuff going on around you, engine rocker arms jumping, brace wires vibrating, struts everywhere...
My first Mustang ride is kind of a good story too. Not long after I moved to Miami we did a show at Homestead Air Force Base, and Kermit took the Mosquito, Mustang (again flown by Linda), and Sopwith Triplane. It took some shuffling, and after the show Linda and Kermit took the Mosquito and Mustang back to Tamiami, and then she flew him back in the P-51 to get the Sopwith. As they came down final I was standing next to the CO of the based F-16 squadron. He said, "Every guy in my squadron would give his left nut just for a ride in that..." Linda taxied up, Kermit got out, and she pointed to me and motioned, "Let's go!" So I said goodbye to the F-16 CO and went for my Mustang ride....
While I'm telling Weeks Air Museum stories, another good one happened over the everglades one fine afternoon. I used to fly Kermit's Piper L-4 a lot, and was giving a ride to a friend one day when we spotted Kermit and Pete McManus chasing each other around in their Mustangs. I switched to A2A frequency, could hear them talking, and transmitted, "I'm going to shoot you both down"
Kermit said "Where are you?"
"About 2 miles east of you"
"Don't go anywhere"
OK. So we flew along as they flew past and pulled up into what looked like it was going to be a half cuban. I didn't want to get in the way so turned right.
I heard Kermit, "Where'd you go"
"I turned west"
"OK, fly straight and level"
Hmmm?? OK. We flew straight and level. A minute later there was the most hellacious noise you ever heard coming from under the floorboards of the Cub, and a Mustang pulled up in front of us and started to roll. As our jaws hit the floor and we hit the wake the noise came again and the second P-51 followed the first. Wow!
Wonder how many times that happened over England in '44-'45.
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