I am attempting to book a flight on a vintage aircraft tour over London. This is through an organization called Classic Wings, which is located at the air museum complex at the Imperial War Museum in Duxford. I have convinced them to open their bookings in June to allow me to book in to a flight over London in one of their vintage de Havilland DH-88 Dragon Rapide (my dragon flight) aircraft.
They have been exceeding kind to this American, but they require that I provide a UK mobile phone number in order to book. I, of course, informed them that I have no such and do not intend (at this point) to have one with me in the UK. They suggested a 'friend with a UK mobile number' so that they "can contact me in the event of 'changes'". I've tried directing them to the desk of my lodgings in Duxford, but we're in limbo.
Anybody here willing to provide me a UK mobile phone number for them?
I mean...what's the worst that could happen? Crank calls from vintage air transport provisioners?
LOL...70 minutes and 199 pounds. I could have flown over Cambridge for half that. Hey...Once in a lifetime and I doubt that any flying specimen of these craft are flying in North America. They are classic 1930s 'Deco' aircraft; I love the 'spats' around the wheels. They were designed as passenger aircraft and did military service as a hack during WWII.
Oh...and elsewhere, I got the model number wrong. It's not a DH-88, but a de Havilland DH-89. A DH-89a, I believe.
The DH-88 was the Comet. The purpose-built twin-engine two-seat monoplane racer built only thrice (one red, one green, one black) to compete in the McRobertson International Air Race from London to Melbourne in 1932.
They have Spitfires, too. One with dual seats. Man, was that waaaaaaaay too rich for my blood.
I've still got my eye on some other vintage flights. I want to do a DC-3/C-47, a Lockheed Constellation, any of the de Havilland Canada craft from the Chipmunk to the Bombadier DHC-8 (which may be my craft flying in to Vancouver from Puddle City), but the Beaver, Otter and Twin Otter are all big possibilities. Any seaplane would be a hoot, but I think I'll have to settle for a Twin Otter on floats. My dream flight would be on a Dornier Seastar.
Kelly you should get in touch with my friend Chris gurney on facebook ... I think you've spoken before. He's seriously into vintage planes and goes to a lot of local events .. he could probably tell you what there is to see around here. Or I can text his girlfriend and ask her to ask him if you like
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I'm also sort of interested in Cosford (meaning I'm trying to squeeze it in to my itinerary. I'd like to get to the FAA museum in Yeovilton (a distant obscure corner of Somerset, I think), but it looks out of the question. The flight is a bonus to visiting the Imperial War Museum in Duxford. Farnsborough would be far too much to expect, as its an alternating year event and it was last year, but somebody here sent me info on a London branch of the RAF Museum.
What I would really like to identify is a top-rate museum of Coastal Command stuff. I think that Pembroke Dock has a dredged up Sunderland that they are rebuilding.
The Ford Trimotor carried twelve passengers. I think the Dragon Rapide carries eight passengers. The Dragon does cost 'hundreds of pounds'...two of them. It's 199 pounds for the 70 minute flight over the landmarks of London....so, just under two hundred pounds an hour. Stiff...but, like I noted, a bucket-list thing for me.
I'm basically too thick to have figured that out, but I keep posting and wondering where the posts I'd thought I'd posted had gone. Textual dysfunction, y'know? Cognitive textual dysfunction, I believe.
Post by raspberrybullets on Feb 19, 2017 22:59:13 GMT
I did notice two threads right away but I assumed others knew and well, it doesn't bother me. Lol, sorry WG!
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