Test-flying an inspired amateur's quirky four-seater.
By Stephan WilkinsonPosted 10.08.2003 at 10:59 pm 0 Comments
My first flight, at the age of 12, took me from New York's LaGuardia airport to Nantucket island, a 45-minute ride in a Convair 240 that I pretended was a Martin B-26 Marauder with windows. I still remember the buckety cough of the R-2800 radials, engines that a few years earlier had powered P-47 Thunderbolts and F4U Corsairs during the war. Idling, they loped and chuttered like huge clothes dryers filled with tin cans.