I remember the rathole well... especially the shower of sparks coming off the back of my Camaro on landing if it was night. I was always convinced I would tear out the oil pan or bend the frame, but never did. My velocity over that big hump always had a direct correlation to what was playing on the stereo - Pink Floyd meant a graceful arc but AC/DC meant I always got in trouble afterward for failing to to file a flight plan with air traffic control...quote:Originally posted by eclectechie:
I did that deliberately a number of times in #6339, going east on 104th Avenue over the rathole in Edmonton.
That poor old Camaro of mine had a hard life...