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From: jl@unc.UUCP
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Subject: biography and story
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Date: Tue, 21-Jan-86 03:22:40 EST
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Posted: Tue Jan 21 03:22:40 1986
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Organization: CS Dept, U. of N. Carolina, Chapel Hill
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Another biography:
 ASEL, IA, 360 hours;
 Glider, 65 hours;

 but who cares?  We want flying stories, right?  Hours of boredom, moments
 of terror!  Near misses!


 July 1966:

 Having soloed less than two weeks before, I soar silently over Lasham,
 England in a single-seat Swallow glider.  Airplanes are few, an occasional
 aerotow, and once a week or so a big plane comes in for a major overhaul
 at the Dan Air depot.

 My scan becomes urgent as I hear a quiet airplane rumble that rapidly
 grows loud.  It must be big and coming fast.  This is one advantage gliders
 have, like a short-range radar.  Now the roar is tremendous.
 Frantically, I turn to check my six o'clock.  Maybe I'll get a brief glimpse
 before....  Hey, the roar is still just as tremendous.  Hmm....

 I see a big four-engine prop plane running up its engines by the hangar
 800 feet below.


 -- James Lipscomb (jl@unc)

    "It's better to go like this, than in some senseless tragedy."

    "I'd rather have a near Miss, than a near miss."