After a weekend in the Cross-Bar Hotel, I was besieged with paperwork the Judge threw at me, all so I could get my pilot's license and Passport back (and in order!) Needless to say, this took longer (a LOT longer) than expected. When I finally did leave the courthouse, a long black (and blacked-out) limo, with my two "friends" (the Brooks Brothers Suit guys) were waiting to pick me up.. I was tossed into the trunk and taken to "an undisclosed location" where I was all but carried onto a windowless "biz jet". A few hours later, we landed (I learned) in Marcaibo, Venezuela. I was given a map, on it was a penciled line from Mercaibo to Merida, and pointed to what I thought was a War-Weary B-24.. Turned-out to be a C-87.. Where's my C-82 Packet I bought??? The "Brooks Brothers" sold it for scrap!!
A preflight check showed the Left & Right Mains were full (738 gallons each) and the cargo areas were packed to the rafters... Sixteen Thousand Four Hundred and Ninety Eight (Yes, 16,498) pounds worth.. (Will this crate fly with that much stuff??) One Hundred Fifty of it was "The Brooks Brothers" special cargo. I was told that there will be "people", every where I land, that will take the 150lb "package" and will give me another in it's place..
Well, I buttoned-up the converted bomber and flew to Merida.
It was an easy flight but a helluva landing.. sort of a "squeeze your cheeks" to fly between two mountains and land in the valley.. I almost missed the airport, believing it to be on the other side of the mountains (so much for my E-6B calculations), but just happened to look out the co-pilots window and caught sight of the PAPI lights.. So I did a decending left-hand "corkscrew" to get down from 25,000' to 7000' for the approach.. And the saying: "A B-24 is a truck" ain't idle talk.. just like an eighteen wheeler.. "Give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around!" Not a pretty landing, but a "Green Duenna"!!
I off-loaded Fifteen Thousand, Three Hundred Seventy-Eight pounds (15,378lbs) of commercial cargo (not counting the mysterious hundred-fifty pound package!) and used 2063.1lbs of fuel.
I reloaded the C-87 with Sixteen Thousand, Nine Hundred Pounds of "Commercial" (not counting the mysterious hundred-fifty pound package!)..
Next stop Bucaramanga, somewhere.... another map with a penciled line!!
A preflight check showed the Left & Right Mains were full (738 gallons each) and the cargo areas were packed to the rafters... Sixteen Thousand Four Hundred and Ninety Eight (Yes, 16,498) pounds worth.. (Will this crate fly with that much stuff??) One Hundred Fifty of it was "The Brooks Brothers" special cargo. I was told that there will be "people", every where I land, that will take the 150lb "package" and will give me another in it's place..
Well, I buttoned-up the converted bomber and flew to Merida.
It was an easy flight but a helluva landing.. sort of a "squeeze your cheeks" to fly between two mountains and land in the valley.. I almost missed the airport, believing it to be on the other side of the mountains (so much for my E-6B calculations), but just happened to look out the co-pilots window and caught sight of the PAPI lights.. So I did a decending left-hand "corkscrew" to get down from 25,000' to 7000' for the approach.. And the saying: "A B-24 is a truck" ain't idle talk.. just like an eighteen wheeler.. "Give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around!" Not a pretty landing, but a "Green Duenna"!!
I off-loaded Fifteen Thousand, Three Hundred Seventy-Eight pounds (15,378lbs) of commercial cargo (not counting the mysterious hundred-fifty pound package!) and used 2063.1lbs of fuel.
I reloaded the C-87 with Sixteen Thousand, Nine Hundred Pounds of "Commercial" (not counting the mysterious hundred-fifty pound package!)..
Next stop Bucaramanga, somewhere.... another map with a penciled line!!