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Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”

 
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Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
Fascinating stuff. Still, NO film has been made about these people.

Speed Is Life

Never underestimate the importance of an instrument cross-check

By Brian Shul
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.

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Part 2.


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.

Brian Shul spent 20 years as an Air Force fighter pilot, and now is a popular keynote speaker. Shot down in Vietnam, he spent one year in a burn ward. His comeback story culminated with flying the SR-71, which he detailed inSled Driver. Brian also is known for his nature photography, which is on display at Gallery One in California.
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174mph!!

My heart would have stopped. That's way too slow in such a plane. Lift is required, and speed is the requisite. A plane does not fly without lift.
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174mph!!

My heart would have stopped. That's way too slow in such a plane. Lift is required, and speed is the requisite. A plane does not fly without lift.
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((:

The Fastest Guys Out There



Written by Brian Schul - former sled driver





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 plan 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 asked Center for a readout 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 � HoustonCentervoice.� 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 Houstoncontrollers, 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 groundspeed.

in Beach.

�

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 readout? 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 HoustonCentervoice, 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 there.

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That is a neat plane. I watched them take off many times.
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That is a neat plane. I watched them take off many times.
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As a former Air Force Air Traffic Controller I gotta say Kool Story!
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As a former Air Force Air Traffic Controller I gotta say Kool Story!
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You serious? That's pretty cool.
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As a former Air Force Air Traffic Controller I gotta say Kool Story!



You serious? That's pretty cool.
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Yes it is and I had a dual rating, both tower and RAPCON (radar) but I prefered the tower where I could see what I was doing. Then I went insane and became a Combat Conltoller.

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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
174mph!!

My heart would have stopped. That's way too slow in such a plane. Lift is required, and speed is the requisite. A plane does not fly without lift.


((:

The Fastest Guys Out There



Written by Brian Schul - former sled driver





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 plan 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 asked Center for a readout 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 � HoustonCentervoice.� 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 Houstoncontrollers, 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 groundspeed.

in Beach.

�

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 readout? 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 HoustonCentervoice, 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 there.

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Thanks OP,

I laughed my ass off when I read that.

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You serious? That's pretty cool.



Yes it is and I had a dual rating, both tower and RAPCON (radar) but I prefered the tower where I could see what I was doing. Then I went insane and became a Combat Conltoller.
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RESPECT!

Great stuff.
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174mph!!

My heart would have stopped. That's way too slow in such a plane. Lift is required, and speed is the requisite. A plane does not fly without lift.


((:

The Fastest Guys Out There



Written by Brian Schul - former sled driver





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 plan 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 asked Center for a readout 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 � HoustonCentervoice.� 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 Houstoncontrollers, 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 groundspeed.

in Beach.

�

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 readout? 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 HoustonCentervoice, 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 there.

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Thanks OP,

I laughed my ass off when I read that.

EXCELLENT JOB !!!!
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Thanks.

They really deserve a film to be made about them.
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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
nice story!
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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
Check this out.

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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
BTW Brian Shul is dead on about controller/pilot voices. You can tell so much by the voice on the radio and it is the only clue what a pilot is thinking when things are going bad.
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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
BTW Brian Shul is dead on about controller/pilot voices. You can tell so much by the voice on the radio and it is the only clue what a pilot is thinking when things are going bad.
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How about sharing some stories?
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Very cool story. Thanks OP :)

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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
Very cool story. Thanks OP :)
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You're welcome. Check out the fuel leaks in the video. Worthy of being called "ridiculous"

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military-industrial-complex-propaganda
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awesome thread.
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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
That is a neat plane. I watched them take off many times.
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I did too...as a Jet Eng. Mech at Kadena from 69-71 I would see it take off and go virtually straight up and in a matter of seconds it disappeared in the clouds. Awesome!!!
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That is a neat plane. I watched them take off many times.
I did too...as a Jet Eng. Mech at Kadena from 69-71 I would see it take off and go virtually straight up and in a matter of seconds it disappeared in the clouds. Awesome!!!
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And I can't help but wonder what they have now since the SR-71 was probably 50s cutting edge technology.
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BTW Brian Shul is dead on about controller/pilot voices. You can tell so much by the voice on the radio and it is the only clue what a pilot is thinking when things are going bad.


How about sharing some stories?
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OK ... my first day working tower local control (talking to aircraft in the air from the tower).

As I said your voice control is very important. The first aircraft to come into my airspace that day was a national guard aircraft call sign "Poon 22" I was SO NERVIOUS I said "Toon Poo Poo" ... from that day forward whenever "Poon 22" came into my airspace I could "hear" the pilot smile when he heard my voice. lol
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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
That is a neat plane. I watched them take off many times.
I did too...as a Jet Eng. Mech at Kadena from 69-71 I would see it take off and go virtually straight up and in a matter of seconds it disappeared in the clouds. Awesome!!!
And I can't help but wonder what they have now since the SR-71 was probably 50s cutting edge technology.
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And I would imagine that the techs that worked on that plane were the best of the best. From what I know the plane would taxi in and go right into the hangar out of sight. Just some things I heard...the leading edges of the wing were titanium would would actually glow....and the engine oil was 300 dollars a quart and they recycled it...and seven stages of afterburner. May be true...maybe not.
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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
That is a neat plane. I watched them take off many times.
I did too...as a Jet Eng. Mech at Kadena from 69-71 I would see it take off and go virtually straight up and in a matter of seconds it disappeared in the clouds. Awesome!!!
And I can't help but wonder what they have now since the SR-71 was probably 50s cutting edge technology.
And I would imagine that the techs that worked on that plane were the best of the best. From what I know the plane would taxi in and go right into the hangar out of sight. Just some things I heard...the leading edges of the wing were titanium would would actually glow....and the engine oil was 300 dollars a quart and they recycled it...and seven stages of afterburner. May be true...maybe not.
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At the time I was with F4 Phantoms etc. and that was in my opinion high tech.
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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
Assuming the military had something like flying saucers now, what would they use them for? hmm
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Assuming the military had something like flying saucers now, what would they use them for? hmm
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Probably beyond your imagination. Area 51 stuff.
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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
Considering the gist of this story whether it was public knowledge or not I'm sure the pilots knew what the stall speed was.
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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
What I found amazing was...it as basically a secret aircraft but the Japanese model makers had models that probably had realism right down to the rivets. I saw some of those models and they were phenomenal.
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Re: Excellent reading. Brian Shul SR-71 Pilot." “What was the slowest you ever flew in the Blackbird?”
I want to hear the stories from pilots flying the replacement to the blackbird. Maybe in 50 years??
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I want to hear the stories from pilots flying the replacement to the blackbird. Maybe in 50 years??
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Uh huh. Or the pilots laughing how many people thought they were UFO's?

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