Struck me the other day - kind of amusing that one of the biggest, nastiest, smokiest heavy-iron cold war jets was named after something elusive and ghostly.
It was anything but... more an object of continual dread.
After many years of encountering it in kitset form as a young fella, finally met it in person at Hendon as an adult.
Wow, you stand on the steps next to ...
It was anything but... more an object of continual dread.
After many years of encountering it in kitset form as a young fella, finally met it in person at Hendon as an adult.
Wow, you stand on the steps next to ...