I was expecting some views over London… That could be a take off from anywhere 😂
London Luton? London Southend?
Aw this made me want to travel somewhere
What’s so interesting to me is it doesn’t feel like it’s going at speed. I was watching waiting for them to speed up and then suddenly they were in the air. Feels so different when you’re on the plane.
It’s hard to describe the ecstasy of pulling the stick back. I’ve only flown tiny planes but the principle is largely similar. You’re actively steering, which surprised me, with your feet as you scoot down the runway bumping as you go. Your laser focussed on the view and also the gauges. You call, or are called [“V1”](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V_speeds#V1_definitions) which means you are now going so fast you are committed and must either take off or crash. If it’s all cool, you say [“rotate”](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rotation_(aeronautics)) and then the magic happens. You pull back the stick/yolk and suddenly you leap in to the air. All the vibration and noise of bumping down the runway disappears so it is suddenly quiet(ish). You’re still scanning the gauges on a rotation plan but the scary part, for now, is over.
“Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;”
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that shit is terrifying
I was expecting some views over London… That could be a take off from anywhere 😂
London Luton? London Southend?
Aw this made me want to travel somewhere
What’s so interesting to me is it doesn’t feel like it’s going at speed. I was watching waiting for them to speed up and then suddenly they were in the air. Feels so different when you’re on the plane.
It’s hard to describe the ecstasy of pulling the stick back. I’ve only flown tiny planes but the principle is largely similar. You’re actively steering, which surprised me, with your feet as you scoot down the runway bumping as you go. Your laser focussed on the view and also the gauges. You call, or are called [“V1”](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V_speeds#V1_definitions) which means you are now going so fast you are committed and must either take off or crash. If it’s all cool, you say [“rotate”](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rotation_(aeronautics)) and then the magic happens. You pull back the stick/yolk and suddenly you leap in to the air. All the vibration and noise of bumping down the runway disappears so it is suddenly quiet(ish). You’re still scanning the gauges on a rotation plan but the scary part, for now, is over.
“Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;”
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/157986/high-flight-627d3cfb1e9b7