To many, the 747 personified ambition; it was inspirational. If you put your mind to it, you could achieve anything
The first time I piloted a 747, I was 14 years old. Easing away from Terminal 4 at London Heathrow, I can still feel the thump through my seat each time the nose wheel rolled over a light in the taxiway. The distant hum of the four Rolls-Royce engines behind me like four thoroughbred racehorses in the stalls. Relaxed and ready to perform.
Instructions from Air Traffic Control… turn left here, turn right there. The anticipation building as we edged closer to take-off. As I turned onto the runway, the lights disappeared off into the distance, illuminating the first few steps of our epic journey ahead.
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