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I just started reading it. I usually can't make myself read a 'book' on a computer screen (I prefer text on paper, held in hand), but this one is proving to be a real page turner scroller. I'd still love to see a physical copy of it someday, I hear the book itself is a sight to behold.

I'd also like to see an SR-71 in person someday .

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From twinkle in eye to first flight, 4 years. 2 years later, in production and in use.

Meanwhile, the F-35 is going on what, 20 years? And it's not actually in use, and it's not going to set a lot of records.

Apples to ugly misshapen wildly overpriced oranges, I know. But I still think people were just plain smarter back then.

As a former SR-71 pilot, and a professional keynote speaker, the question I'm most often asked is "How fast would that SR-71 fly?" I can be assured of hearing that question several times at any event I attend. It's an interesting question, given the aircraft's proclivity for speed, but there really isn't one number to give, as the jet would always give you a little more speed if you wanted it to. It was common to see 35 miles a minute. Because we flew a programmed Mach number on most missions, and never wanted to harm the plane in any way, we never let it run out to any limits of temperature or speed. Thus, each SR-71 pilot had his own individual "high" speed that he saw at some point on some mission. I saw mine over Libya when Khadafy fired two missiles my way, and max power was in order. Let's just say that the plane truly loved speed and effortlessly took us to Mach numbers we hadn't previously seen.



So it was with great surprise, when at the end of one of my presentations, someone asked, "What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?" This was a first. After giving it some thought, I was reminded of a story that I had never shared before, and relayed the following.



I was flying the SR-71 out of RAF Mildenhall, England, with my back-seater, Walt Watson; we were returning from a mission over Europe and the Iron Curtain when we received a radio transmission from home base. As we scooted across Denmark in three minutes, we learned that a small RAF base in the English countryside had requested an SR-71 flypast. The air cadet commander there was a former Blackbird pilot, and thought it would be a motivating moment for the young lads to see the mighty SR-71 perform a low approach. No problem, we were happy to do it. After a quick aerial refueling over the North Sea, we proceeded to find the small airfield.



Walter had a myriad of sophisticated navigation equipment in the back seat, and began to vector me toward the field. Descending to subsonic speeds, we found ourselves over a densely wooded area in a slight haze. Like most former WWII British airfields, the one we were looking for had a small tower and little surrounding infrastructure. Walter told me we were close and that I should be able to see the field, but I saw nothing. Nothing but trees as far as I could see in the haze. We got a little lower, and I pulled the throttles back from the 325 knots we were at. With the gear up, anything under 275 was just uncomfortable. Walt said we were practically over the field—yet, there was nothing in my windscreen. I banked the jet and started a gentle circling maneuver in hopes of picking up anything that looked like a field.



Meanwhile, below, the cadet commander had taken the cadets up on the catwalk of the tower in order to get a prime view of the flypast. It was a quiet, still day with no wind and partial gray overcast. Walter continued to give me indications that the field should be below us, but in the overcast and haze, I couldn't see it. The longer we continued to peer out the window and circle, the slower we got. With our power back, the awaiting cadets heard nothing. I must have had good instructors in my flying career, as something told me I better cross-check the gauges. As I noticed the airspeed indicator slide below 160 knots, my heart stopped and my adrenalin-filled left hand pushed two throttles full forward. At this point, we weren't really flying, but were falling in a slight bank. Just at the moment that both afterburners lit with a thunderous roar of flame (and what a joyous feeling that was), the aircraft fell into full view of the shocked observers on the tower. Shattering the still quiet of that morning, they now had 107 feet of fire-breathing titanium in their face as the plane leveled and accelerated, in full burner, on the tower side of the infield, closer than expected, maintaining what could only be described as some sort of ultimate knife-edge pass.



Quickly reaching the field boundary, we proceeded back to Mildenhall without incident. We didn't say a word for those next 14 minutes. After landing, our commander greeted us, and we were both certain he was reaching for our wings. Instead, he heartily shook our hands and said the commander had told him it was the greatest SR-71 flypast he had ever seen, especially how we had surprised them with such a precise maneuver that could only be described as breathtaking. He said that some of the cadet's hats were blown off and the sight of the planform of the plane in full afterburner dropping right in front of them was unbelievable. Walt and I both understood the concept of "breathtaking" very well that morning, and sheepishly replied that they were just excited to see our low approach.



As we retired to the equipment room to change from space suits to flight suits, we just sat there—we hadn't spoken a word since "the pass." Finally, Walter looked at me and said, "One hundred fifty-six knots. What did you see?" Trying to find my voice, I stammered, "One hundred fifty-two." We sat in silence for a moment. Then Walt said, "Don't ever do that to me again!" And I never did.



A year later, Walter and I were having lunch in the Mildenhall Officer's Club, and overheard an officer talking to some cadets about an SR-71 flypast that he had seen one day. Of course, by now the story included kids falling off the tower and screaming as the heat of the jet singed their eyebrows. Noticing our HABU patches, as we stood there with lunch trays in our hands, he asked us to verify to the cadets that such a thing had occurred. Walt just shook his head and said, "It was probably just a routine low approach; they're pretty impressive in that plane." Impressive indeed.



Little did I realize after relaying this experience to my audience that day that it would become one of the most popular and most requested stories. It's ironic that people are interested in how slow the world's fastest jet can fly. Regardless of your speed, however, it's always a good idea to keep that cross-check up...and keep your Mach up, too.

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I just started reading it. I usually can't make myself read a 'book' on a computer screen (I prefer text on paper, held in hand), but this one is proving to be a real page turner scroller. I'd still love to see a physical copy of it someday, I hear the book itself is a sight to behold.

I'd also like to see an SR-71 in person someday .

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From twinkle in eye to first flight, 4 years. 2 years later, in production and in use.

Meanwhile, the F-35 is going on what, 20 years? And it's not actually in use, and it's not going to set a lot of records.

Apples to ugly misshapen wildly overpriced oranges, I know. But I still think people were just plain smarter back then.

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         Why no chromium tools?  Concern of a spark with all that fuel dripping?

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http://foxtrotalpha.jalopnik.com/the-sr-71-blackbirds-air-show-demo-was-both-sinister-an-1672018211

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The SR-71, an aircraft that first flew some 50 years ago next Monday, still holds the public's imagination like no other flying machine.
It could lob a couple of guys, some cameras, radars and jammers through the air at Mach 3.2.
Yet seeing it perform down-low at an air show was something akin to watching Darth Vader cook a turkey with force lightning then carve it with his lightsaber.
It was both awe inspiring and sort of awkward at the same time.

Although the Blackbird was a fairly maneuverable machine considering its intended purpose, it was not at home under 250 knots doing turns and low approaches in front of air show crowds.
Yet this is what made the jet so amazing to watch, the fact that this 107 foot long titanium jet-sled could still put on a show down in the thick air, and what a spectacle it was.

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While this statement is true, it's not the entire story:

Lockheed's original Blackbird, the A-12, first flew 25 April 1962, or 52 years, 7 months, 25 days ago.  There's not a whole lot of different between the two other than another seat and different camera orientation.

The main point is: it's been longer than 50 years.  

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The article is about the SR-71.

The fucking A-12 is not an SR-71.
I'll go to the pit and argue that point for a permaban any day of the week.

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Also designed without computers. We as the human race have more technology now but we are dumber overall.

This is my favorite airplane. Mainly because my grandfather worked at Warner Robbins airforce base and I got to stand near one and listen to them fire one up

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Also designed without computers. We as the human race have more technology now but we are dumber overall.



This is my favorite airplane. Mainly because my grandfather worked at Warner Robbins airforce base and I got to stand near one and listen to them fire one up

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http://defensetech.org/2012/05/31/cia-docs-the-difference-between-the-a-12-and-the-sr-71/

http://roadrunnersinternationale.com/a-12s.html

From the descriptions in Sled Driver and other writings, it sounds like the 2-man crew could both have a very high task loading.

I can't figure out whether the A12 pilots had bigger cojones to fly that solo, massive brains to handle the mental power, or both.

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While this statement is true, it's not the entire story:

Lockheed's original Blackbird, the A-12, first flew 25 April 1962, or 52 years, 7 months, 25 days ago.  There's not a whole lot of different between the two other than another seat and different camera orientation.

The main point is: it's been longer than 50 years.  

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Huntsville Space and Rocket Center. come on down

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Go to the Kalamazoo Air Zoo

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Also a google search for Sled Driver PDF will yield results.