“They’re gone away, never to return.” “No more of them, except in museums.” Don’t tell that to people who care. Who find a place in their budgets to seek out the rare, the wreckage, the lost carcasses, then send them on to those who understand the meaning of the word “craftsmanship.” Slowly, steadily, with blood, sweat and above all love, they put a bird back into it’s natural environment.
Down in New Zealand, they worked and worked. A ghost was given life. A DeHavilland Mosquito, twin-engined (Merlins, no less), two-seat (seem familiar, BusBob?) bit of hell-for-leather, butt-kicking airplane; one of those graceful, nay, beautiful planes that seemed to come with regularity off British design boards, came to find her way back into her natural environment.
So, click here, download the 1080p version. Crank your bass and volume to 11, and enjoy. Those of us who’ve perhaps, on occasion, zorched around the landscape at low levels and high speeds, will especially be pleased around 3:15 in. The pure sounds at the end will also give auditory pleasure, should you care to linger on, as the credits roll.
Oh yes, she’s coming over this side of the Pacific, come this summer. I will be seeking her out.
Postscript 08JAN13: Take a close look at the cockpit, as seen from outside. That’s a pretty darn small airplane to cram a couple of aircrew into. Imagine flying for hour upon hour, either down in the weeds or way, way up there, over places where there are those who mean you the utmost hostile intent. Imagine being the pax that were crammed back into the rear fuselage for very special runs, across the North Sea, into Sweden and other locales both neutral and unfriendly, across Occupied Europe. Damn. [Testicular Arrays] of Steel.