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Post by jesse on Apr 11, 2010 9:53:24 GMT -5
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Post by Tom/CalClassic on Apr 11, 2010 10:43:46 GMT -5
Note that the nose section sitting on a truck trailer is from a Convair 880. There used to be many of them there...
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Post by haddock on Apr 11, 2010 11:56:19 GMT -5
Hi! From the view as an aircraft mechanic it is allways lacerating my heart watching pictures like these...  Greetings Haddock |
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Post by sunny9850 on Apr 11, 2010 16:03:47 GMT -5
Having flown over and landed there many times I have to say this is one of those places that does tear on the heart strings.
Airplanes such as the infamous "Gimli Glider" just set aside and deteriorating in the sun and plenty of other airplanes the do deserve a better home.
But of course with the economy being what it is chances for rescue are slimmer now than in the past.
Even airplanes that not too long ago had crews working on them now are abandoned due to lack of $$s.
But of course not every thing that is parked there is worth saving...but I would not mind taking one of the cockpit shells home ;D
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Post by acourt on Apr 14, 2010 22:34:15 GMT -5
I hate airplane graveyards. Based on this thread, I did a little research... www.airliners.net/photo/British-Aerospace-BAe-3101/1604523/L/This is N828JS, or just '828.' She's the first airliner I ever flew. As I write this, I'm looking at my model of her when she wore the Chicago skyline on her tail. I remember her smell, the feel of her seat. She may have only had nineteen seats, no lavatory, no cockpit door, no autopilot, no prop synch, and no yaw damp...but she was my first, and I love her. I first flew her back in 1999, on a midnight training flight at Lansing, Michigan. She was old then, but flew remarkably well...and nothing like the "simulator!" My instructor's name was Russ, and he was as patient as '828' was eager to fly on that cold evening. I remember the first moment that I realized that I'd "made it," turning crosswind after my first takeoff, looking back over my shoulder at the right prop bathed in the glow of the landing lights, a cone of vapor streaming from the tips. What a night. And, yes, I passed. And now there she sits, mothballed and unlikely to ever fly again. I see they've pulled her engines, ripped much of the hydraulics from her belly. Even the cargo pod--or "auxiliary hydraulic reservoir"--is gone. But somehow she still looks ready and willing, like a good beagle before a hunt. My other firsts were wonderful ladies themselves: N308CE, one of our first Saab 340s; N268AV, a near brand new A320; and N942AT, our third 717. But while they were the first of each type, the girl in the picture will always be my true "first." How I wish I could save her. I hate airplane graveyards. Al |
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