At long last, Boeing is set to send the first 787 aloft, years late, and in the last remaining two weeks of 2009, after which customers and suppliers have threatened to walk away if no flight has been made. Boeing has let it be known that it is quite unhappy with the performance of some of its suppliers, including one in South Carolina . . . which, interestingly, is where Boeing is gradually moving what manufacturing (assembly work) it will still be doing in this country. But the company hasn't said a lot about the mad rush to beef-up the wing-to-fuselage junction of their plastic wonder-plane, which failed inspection when load-tested a few months ago. Cordless drills, metal doublers, and lag-bolts, anyone? Evidently the enthusiasts for big composite laminates haven't quite worked out how to terminate such structures. Recall the Airbus that went down in the Atlantic a while back; reportedly the plastic tail was so undamaged it could have been put right on a new airplane . . . because it broke off cleanly at the base. Well, that's reassuring, isn't it! Another small issue with these plastic planes is occasional lightning strikes and constant static discharge. Like the B-2, which I worked on for a while, the plastic airliners have a layer of heavy, non-structural, but conductive metal mesh as part of the lay-up, to carry away the electrical currents. But I have heard that the B-2 fleet has still managed to accumulate thousands of tiny pinholes in the wings from static discharge.
This is not an airplane I will ever fly in. One fellow who has been working on the plane for years has said the same thing to me. Maybe when they build a B model . . . .
But none of that is what prompted me to rant. No, what hacks me off, what makes me want to tell Boeing to go ahead and move what's left of their Seattle operation to South Carolina, or Lower Slobovia, is Page One of this morning's Seattle Times which talks about the pilot given the honor of taking up the first flight of the new ship.
This illustrious fly-boy, who shall remain nameless here, is the SOB that took up a newly-restored 1940 Boeing 307 Stratoliner for a short hop, ran out of gas, and ditched it in Elliot Bay. That he was selected as pilot of that airplane made no sense at the time; the 307 was nearly identical, other than having a big passenger cabin, to the contemporaneous B-17 bomber, and there were/are a number of pilots with plenty of current hours on the various restored B-17s, and who would have been entirely familiar with the 307. Probably Boeing was providing some assistance to the project, and insisted on their boy doing the honors. Whatever. As the story goes, enough fuel was supposed to be (??) in the 307 for a short ferry flight from Boeing Field, Seattle up to Arlington (IIRC) where they could tank up at a lower price. But Our Hero had some lucky pasengers, the fuel issue slipped his mind, he took his people sightseeing over the city, . . . and ran out of gas! On a clear day, and with calm water, he managed to misjudge the ditching and hit the water while banked into a turn (it's all on videotape). The airplane was later hauled out of the drink with one straight wing and one swept back. Some of those who had worked on the restoration were very angry, and local pilots were utterly scornful.
To quell the criticism quickly, the company open its wallet and facilities to get the 307 RE-restored . . . then insisted that this same pilot captain the old plane on its flight back to the Smithsonian. And now he will get to take up the first flight of the 787.
Well, if he has to put it in the water, at least it already has swept wings.
(Later)(The first flight ended in a normal landing, all are thrilled.)
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