I spent yesterday morning in a hangar with F-22's. I was looking at my Lead's parts, going through questions we've had. I walked around the aircraft looking at various things, noticing how frickin' big it is.
I walked from the aft end of the a/c to the forward, right under the wing, completely standing up with four inches to spare. The guys all had to bend down. I thought it was funny. I made a motion of walking back and forth under the wing just to show them the beauty of being Hobbit sized.
I bought a GREAT Tshirt. I thought to myself, "Life doesn't get much better than this..."
But then it did.
In the afternoon, I went to the back table in the engine shop, it was me and the mechanics. Everyone else was in a conference room upstairs. The hangar doors were open, a light Gulf Coast breeze blew through the hangar, the radio played some local station with music I liked as I worked on my reports and the mechanic finished his work... F-22's kept flying by as I looked up to watch or ran to the hangar doors to see what they were up to. Lots of max power take offs.
As I sat there listening to the radio, inhaling the smell of all that is jet engine, making small talk with the mechanic, listening to the distinctive howl of the F-22, waiting for the next take off I thought... "When have I ever been so happy?"
I couldn't remember.
A video sent to me by a co-worker...Posted by Boudicca at May 11, 2012 09:55 PM