Eagles may soar, but weasels never get sucked into jet air intakes.
(Anonymous wisdom)
The Gleiterbau facility at Meckenbeuren looked unremarkable and tranquil. Inside the only aircraft hangar, the prototype of Schwesterchen was waiting for the ceramic tiles of the heat shield to arrive. The manufacturer had promised to produce tiles that were even going to be better than specified. But Eugen Sänger was accustomed to woe by now. His expectations weren’t too high: he would be happy if the stuff matched the shape of Schwesterchen at all. Whether they were able to keep out the heat one could test beforehand, but the fit could only be checked out by attaching the tiles to the space boat. And if tile number 888 didn’t fit, there was a good chance that all of them had to be removed.
No, the action right now wasn’t at Meckenbeuren, but at Friedrichshafen. The prototype of Brüderchen was ready for some initial test flights. Actually, it shouldn’t be called Little Brother but Big Brother, because it was gigantic. Sänger was duly impressed. Could that fly? – Well, as yet it hadn’t. Maiden flight was due this afternoon. Nothing great: just take off, circle one round above Lake Constance and land on the water again. Sänger had been asked, would he like to be on board? No, he wouldn’t, he’d rather sit in the tower and watch the monster perform. He could see more clearly from the outside. No insult intended, and no doubt on Dornier’s workmanship, of course…
And there Brüderchen went! It was the biggest airplane ever… – to lift off! Yes! It had left the water! A flying castle! The noise arrived. A deep rumble… Sänger checked his earplugs. Yes, they were in. – The bird was now gaining height, very slowly, very ponderously. The Dornier engineers were cheering. Okay, there was no way Brüderchen could stay in the air, it had to come down. But yes, there seemed to have existed doubts whether the widget would come out of the water. Okay, they hadn’t built a ship that looked like an aeroplane.
Brüderchen was so big that one could see it all the time, while it flew above Lake Constance. – Then, it came down, landed in an enormous cloud of sea spray. The Dornier engineers were dancing now. Sänger clapped his hands. All right, one step accomplished. – He rose, saw Hugo Eckener and his entourage down in the yard. Well, shaking hands with the big chief was always a good idea. He strolled down. – Eckener was smiling.
“Good performance! When will your tandem be ready, Eugen? I haven’t got much time left here on earth…”
(Anonymous wisdom)
The Gleiterbau facility at Meckenbeuren looked unremarkable and tranquil. Inside the only aircraft hangar, the prototype of Schwesterchen was waiting for the ceramic tiles of the heat shield to arrive. The manufacturer had promised to produce tiles that were even going to be better than specified. But Eugen Sänger was accustomed to woe by now. His expectations weren’t too high: he would be happy if the stuff matched the shape of Schwesterchen at all. Whether they were able to keep out the heat one could test beforehand, but the fit could only be checked out by attaching the tiles to the space boat. And if tile number 888 didn’t fit, there was a good chance that all of them had to be removed.
No, the action right now wasn’t at Meckenbeuren, but at Friedrichshafen. The prototype of Brüderchen was ready for some initial test flights. Actually, it shouldn’t be called Little Brother but Big Brother, because it was gigantic. Sänger was duly impressed. Could that fly? – Well, as yet it hadn’t. Maiden flight was due this afternoon. Nothing great: just take off, circle one round above Lake Constance and land on the water again. Sänger had been asked, would he like to be on board? No, he wouldn’t, he’d rather sit in the tower and watch the monster perform. He could see more clearly from the outside. No insult intended, and no doubt on Dornier’s workmanship, of course…
And there Brüderchen went! It was the biggest airplane ever… – to lift off! Yes! It had left the water! A flying castle! The noise arrived. A deep rumble… Sänger checked his earplugs. Yes, they were in. – The bird was now gaining height, very slowly, very ponderously. The Dornier engineers were cheering. Okay, there was no way Brüderchen could stay in the air, it had to come down. But yes, there seemed to have existed doubts whether the widget would come out of the water. Okay, they hadn’t built a ship that looked like an aeroplane.
Brüderchen was so big that one could see it all the time, while it flew above Lake Constance. – Then, it came down, landed in an enormous cloud of sea spray. The Dornier engineers were dancing now. Sänger clapped his hands. All right, one step accomplished. – He rose, saw Hugo Eckener and his entourage down in the yard. Well, shaking hands with the big chief was always a good idea. He strolled down. – Eckener was smiling.
“Good performance! When will your tandem be ready, Eugen? I haven’t got much time left here on earth…”