"Don't cover your ears, this is what you paid to see!" Glenn Martin shouts to me over the apocalyptic roar of an F22 fighter jet performing a leisurely flyby. He'd abruptly broken off a conversation with someone else just to make this point-before we'd even been introduced and hours before I flew his pack. "That's 3.15… »
I flip the ignition switch and 250 pounds of engines, turbines and gasoline roar hello. In terms of horsepower, I was carrying a small sports car on my back. I'd like to say that I grin confidently and give the cameras a wink, like some young Chuck Yeager or Evel Knievel, but the smile leaves my face. »
As the owner of a Martin guitar (one that cost substantially less than $150,000), I know this one-of-a-kind piece here probably has beautiful tone and resonance, made as it is from the finest Adirondack spruce and Brazilian rosewood. But we seriously have to talk about this "History of Flight" theme...