[Closed] A long overdue awesome aeroplanes thread!

Sunshine Clipper

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The De Havilland Mosquito

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The most awesome...

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Ekranoplan:

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Is that a Caspian Sea monster?remember learning about them during my electronic warfare training in the navy.

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Yes, there were a bunch of different types built.

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Nice choice Stewart, though I prefer it with this paint scheme!

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Theres something about the Sea Fury Chris (but the tone tone color scheme is better ;), very beautiful plane.
For function above looks I'd go for the Transavia PL-12, its still pretty awesome.
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or

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[i]Love[/i] the Staggerwing, beautiful little aeroplane!
Sea Furies are ace, just about the most perfect development of the single engined piston engine fighter. Not for nothing are they used for desert pylon racing.
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For me its simple

EDIT dirk beat me to it.

Although, if you want awesome that's truly scary in its approach to uncompromising, I present the Gee Bee R1

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Just like a bumble bee, there's no logical reason for the damned thing to actually fly, other than sheer brute force!
Which leads directly to:

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How do you obtain a Starfighter? Buy an acre of land and wait...

I would like to fly this.

De Havilland Canada DHC-6-300 Twin Otter

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Best scheduled flight in the UK.

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The Barra Twin Otter

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X-15

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If the guy in the picture looked any cooler he'd freeze to death.

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X-15

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If the guy in the picture looked any cooler he'd freeze to death.

Then you've the Tupolev ANT-20 "Maxim Gorky" that looks like a 1930's American burger restaurant with wings.

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Sadly, it also flew like one. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tupolev_ANT-20#1935_Maxim_Gorky_crash

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Pitts Special, for (sort of) inventing the small aero bipe

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Flying luxury hotel for 10 people, so awesome in a slightly different way to most on this thread (G650):

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For the record picture taken from google

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XB-70 Valkyrie

Mach 3+, designed to ride on it's own shockwave.

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I think our company planes are pretty cool. I am biased though...

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Morning inspection[/url] by [url= https://www.flickr.com/people/40955590@N03/ ]jwrfooo[/url], on Flickr[url= https://flic.kr/p/bDzZjJ ]

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Take off[/url] by [url= https://www.flickr.com/people/40955590@N03/ ]jwrfooo[/url], on Flickr

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I like this thread

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Pilotless, its how things are going, Taranis is one of the first stealth efforts

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and for all of the former Air Cadets, this is probably why you like this thread

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or

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or for the youngsters

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Handy they didnt have these at the start FW190

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Please name your planes as I dont know lots of them, thanks 🙂

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This thread reminds me of some brilliant old pictures I found while exploring somewhere I shouldn't - a sample:

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More: https://www.flickr.com/photos/cycleologist/sets/72157624303265384/

2 pages before a Vulcan
Dissapointed

Does that Gee Bee even need wings?

Here's mine, Northrop F5, I always thought this was what every fighter should look like when I was a boy, even made a model of one.

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My dad remembers the wings being transported through Manchester when he was a boy.

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the big stick (to beat stalin)

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Pretty much anything designed by Burt Rutan:

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What, no Buccaneers?
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Not the prettiest, but i have loads of them flying over where i live in North West Norfolk at the moment transporting US Marines, the Osprey VTOL aircraft.

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ASH-25, specifically this one as I've spent a long time flying her around the UK. Freaking awesome piece of kit!

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If just for the mythology.

A bit of history, well worth reading if only for the photos: http://www.theatlantic.com/static/infocus/wwi/wwiair/

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lockheed SR-72 ares
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Things with props

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Bleriot XI, very early monoplane, first to fly the channel

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Junkers J1, first cantilever wing monoplane, which kind of set the design template for, well, I guess they still make them like that...

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jets
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from this
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the NAMES people - include the god damn plane names!

MiG-15. Gave the Americans a hell of a fright over Korea, courtesy of Rolls Royce engines

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F-15. Never beaten in combat

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Needs some video too

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Republic Seabee

The obligatory SR71 anecdote from Sled Driver, for those who haven't read it before:

"There were a lot of things we couldn't do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane—intense, maybe, even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet.

I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn't match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury. Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace.

We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot who asked Center for a read-out of his ground speed. Center replied: "November Charlie 175, I'm showing you at ninety knots on the ground." Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the "Houston Center voice." I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country's space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that and that they basically did. And it didn't matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.

Just moments after the Cessna's inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed in Beech. "I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed." Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren.

Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. "Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check." Before Center could reply, I'm thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a read-out? Then I got it, ol' Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He's the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: "Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground." And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done—in mere seconds we'll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it—the click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: "Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?" There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request.

"Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground." I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: "Ah, Center, much thanks, we're showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money."

For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A. came back with, "Roger that Aspen. Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one." It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day's work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast. For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out"

MiG-15. Gave the Americans a hell of a fright over Korea, courtesy of Rolls Royce engines

see also Stafford Cripps & government (lab?) of the time - a really bizarre political move

The A-10 Warthog, a gun with an aeroplane built around it

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My grandfather had a crack at shooting one of those down with a lewis gun at the start of WW2. Neither the pilot nor the rear gunner were that keen at a short arse Yorkshireman having a pop at them and made it abundantly clear with both machine guns and cannons.

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My favourite. TransNorthern [b]Super DC-3 (C-117D)[/b] landing at Anchorage, Alaska in 2011

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As a kid I used to see this Caribou everyday at the airport and at home while the army practice their parachuting. The thing was loud I could hear it miles away. Very slow too.

[b]DHC-4 Caribou[/b]

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Because my dad flew one.

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Biggles when we was training in 1941
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3 pages in and no...?

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rogerthecat - Member

Because my dad flew one.

My father fixed them.