Aerosucre Colombia Boeing 727 Overran Runway on Takeoff at Puerto Carreno

This one was ugly. Only one survivor out of six individuals on board.

The World of Aviation

A 41 year old Aerosucre Colombia Boeing 727-2J0F (Adv) HK-4544 (c/n 21105) was destroyed when it crashed shortly after takeoff from Puerto Carreño Airport in Colombia. One of the six crew members survived the accident.

The aircraft, powered by 3x Pratt & Whitney JT8D-15 (HK3) Engines, took off from Runway 24, a 1780m long runway about 17:20 local time (23:20Z). Videos are circulating online, showing the accident aircraft on takeoff.

The fiery remains of HK-4544:

Impressions from the crash site (Photo: Aviación Comercial en Colombia) ©Aviación Comercial en Colombia

The airplane failed to lift off the runway and crossed the airport perimeter fence (96m from the runway) and road in a nose up attitude. At this point, afterburner flames can be seen leaving the exhaust for Engine No.2, indicating a compressor stall in the engine.

The right wing of the 727 then impacted trees (visible in the video above) before becoming airborne 3 minutes later, the aircraft began to lose height…

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3 December 1945 – This Day in Aviation

3 December 1945: The first landing and takeoff aboard an aircraft carrier by a jet-powered aircraft were made by Lieutenant-Commander Eric Melrose Brown, MBE, DSC, RNVR, Chief Naval Test Pilot at RAE Farnborough, while flying a de Havilland DH.100 Sea Vampire Mk.10, LZ551/G. The ship was the Royal Navy Colossus-class light aircraft carrier, HMS Ocean … Continue reading 3 December 1945 →

Source: 3 December 1945 – This Day in Aviation

10 Ancient Warriors who were certified badasses (10 Photos)

Germanicus

During the height of the Roman Empire, Germanicus was universally recognized by soldiers, citizens and politicians alike to be the single most ferocious, merciless yet honorable warrior ever to be produced by Rome. Despite being born into the elite, Germanicus spent most of his life knee-deep in dead enemies on the battlefield, writing poetry about astrology and most notably - extracting brutal revenge on Germans. 

You see, after hearing about the Romans suffering a humiliating defeat at the hands of the German Tribal Chief Arminius, Germanicus spent several years seething in quiet rage and plotting retribution. He had three goals in mind - First, to find the site where they suffered defeat and bury the bodies of fallen Romans. Second, to recover the captured Eagles the Germanic Tribes took and bring them back to Rome. Lastly, to turn into a limb-severing machine and take the lives of as many enemies as possible. He succeeded in prolific fashion in all endeavors and returned home a paragon of loyalty, the ultimate symbol of an honorable warrior, and the one guy you shouldn't piss off.

Germanicus

During the height of the Roman Empire, Germanicus was universally recognized by soldiers, citizens and politicians alike to be the single most ferocious, merciless yet honorable warrior ever to be produced by Rome. Despite being born into the elite, Germanicus spent most of his life knee-deep in dead enemies on the battlefield, writing poetry about astrology and most notably – extracting brutal revenge on Germans.

You see, after hearing about the Romans suffering a humiliating defeat at the hands of the German Tribal Chief Arminius, Germanicus spent several years seething in quiet rage and plotting retribution. He had three goals in mind – First, to find the site where they suffered defeat and bury the bodies of fallen Romans. Second, to recover the captured Eagles the Germanic Tribes took and bring them back to Rome. Lastly, to turn into a limb-severing machine and take the lives of as many enemies as possible. He succeeded in prolific fashion in all endeavors and returned home a paragon of loyalty, the ultimate symbol of an honorable warrior, and the one guy you shouldn’t piss off.

I have heard of Germanicus the most………………………

10 Ancient Warriors who were certified badasses (10 Photos)

Desert Half Moon

It was a pleasant morning and I took the liberty of spending time on the front verandah at Casa de Sharon y Glenn here in the Southeast Kern County Desert.

When I stopped at the Shopette on Edwards AFB this morning to fuel the Titan, I discovered that they had a small variety of decent cigars………………

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Pardon the absence and other news

We have had internet provider issues……………….

Now of importance in So Cal………………….

These Are The Four Officers Murdered In The Past Four Days

Three of these officers were in Southern California. Sgt. Owens lived and worked in and around Lancaster which is a short drive from me………………..

It is so sad to see these brave officers who go in harm’s way every day lost in the line of duty. There was no comment from the “powers that be” on any as near as I can find…………

This one was close to home……………..

Sergeant Steve Owen was murdered on Wednesday in an execution-style attack.

Sergeant Steve Owen was murdered on Wednesday in an execution-style attack.

 

62 years on the third rock from the sun

After Thursday night/Friday morning it was time for some reflection.

I had potassium level issues, shall we say?

The VA called and left me a message about my potassium being critical at 2.7 and said to hit the ER. The minimum is 3.6 to be safe as being low affects the heart. So it was an all nighter in the ER in Palmdale………………………

They said I was fine at 3.7 but gave me two doses of the liquid in OJ…………ugh.

This is a situation that gets your attention.

62 years. Wow. I remember when thinking that I would be this age was so distant and now it’s here.

Gettin’ old ain’t for sissies………….Buck Pennington aka Exile in Portales.

A California Dream

California’s third-largest city by area is an urban-planning disaster, a sprawl of empty grids that aspired to become a megacity—and failed. But as the desert works to reclaim the land, it’s become a mecca of another kind.

Rosecrans Baldwin

As most of you readers know, this is where I live. Here is a story from Mental Floss that details it.

This story originally appeared in the July/August 2016 issue of mental_floss magazine.

“It was June in the Mojave desert and the sun was blistering. The land around me was empty, scorched, and flat, dotted by brush and the occasional piece of windswept trash. Judging by the map, the intersection where I’d stopped was a busy crossroads between two major thruways. But when I shifted into park in the middle of the road, no one honked. No one looked at me funny. I hadn’t seen another car in an hour at least.

It was probably the safest intersection in America to pull over and take a nap.

According to the map, I was surrounded by cul-de-sacs and neighborhoods. In reality, there was nothing but sand and more sand—and roads. Endless roads. Roads in all directions, marked by white fence posts and the occasional lonely pole. Some were paved. Some were dirt. Some had long ago been reclaimed by the encroaching sand.

California City, California, is the third-largest city by area in America’s third-largest state, and most of it barely even qualifies as a ghost town—a ghost town needs people to have lived there first.

California City is a ghost grid”

https://mentalfloss.atavist.com/a-california-dream