I was at the base exchange Norfolk Navy Base food court when I saw some Navy S-3 Pilots having lunch at the table I was sitting at discussing different problems they encountered flying the S-3. I told my wife I was going to have some fun with them, as she shopped, to see their reaction. And seeing that I'm 73 years old, flying the old DC-7's, I should be able to pull it off.
I told them that I remember when I was flying a DC-7B freighter from Miami, Florida to Bogota, Columbia when I also encountered some sever problems. At 20.000 feet at night and 50 miles from Bogota number four caught fire and the internal extinguisher would would not put the fire out after it was shut down. Shortly there after, number 2 blew a jug and I had to shut it down. Then number 1 had a run a way prop that I couldn't feather and the vibration was about to tear the engine off the wing. As luck would have it, the hydraulics went out and the left main gear was hanging half down. Then the electrical system failed and all I had to fly on was vacuum instruments. I was in a left descending dead wing turn at 3000 feet a minute over the mountains with tops up to 15000 feet doing all I could to regain control of the DC-7 and save my self.
I stopped talking and I could see that I had their spell bound undivided attention, including other people sitting in the vicinity. I said my wife really saved me from certain disaster. One individual even asked if she was on the plane.
I said no, she was not on the plane, but she called me and told me to turn off the computer and come to down to diner. I owe her a debt of gratitude.
TRUE STORY
TBenn



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