The Herd and I visited the 1940 Air Terminal Museum
for the annual Houston Vintage Festival
First, we checked out the air terminal that is chocked full of commercial airline memorabilia.
The terminal was interesting, but the hangar was more fun. We clamored aboard the 1958 Sikorsky S-58 N887 from St. Louis Helicopters.
Ambrose went straight up to the cockpit and learned that the pilot’s seat is on the right, because of the pitch of the blade.
Are you sure you want to open the fuel valve Eunice?
Fabio searched and searched for something shiny and found this propeller blade, it’ll do.
Dharma was drawn to the patterns of this Pratt & Whitney Twin Wasp engine.
The planes brought out my little daredevils. Bertrand is ready for take off!
Move over Evel Knievel, here comes an itty-bitty Annie Oakley.
Next, they took on one of the flight simulators.
Fuel gauges, checked… Parking brake, off…. Engine, checked. Flight attendants, please prepare for take off.
No worries, Cindiloo has the air brake.
Eunice thinks she makes an appropriate gauge replacement. I’m not so sure.
There are so many cool things to see here, but what a silly way to travel. Wormholes are more efficient.