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  • 4 weeks later...

Back in the day when aeroplane mad kids wandered around the tarmac outside the maintenence areas of Mascot with the blessing of the DCA security blokes, my cousin and his weird mates who rode bikes for hours to Mascot were sitting against the Qantas hangar wall in the feeble sunlight, trying to stay warm as they watched the takeoffs and landings nearby.

 

The DCA blokes arrived in their yellow ute and said, "Jump on boys, A DC7 is arriving around the other side".

 

They were carted around to witness the monster taxi in.

 

When the props stopped they swarmed out to check her out.

 

The crew, obviously freight gipsys, climbed down the ladder and happilt talked to the wide eyed enthusiasts.

 

One bloke' in a chaffed leather jacket (most of the polished surface had probably worn off in Curtis Jennies) the cap with the ten thousand hour bash in it (from headphones squashing the sides in) was checking under an engine when Bill remarked, "There's sure a lot of oil leaking out of them".

 

The pilot drawled in a deep Southern accent, " Soenn, They're like an ol' haun dawg. If they ain't droolin... they're seeick!" Bill went on to be a total fan of Douglasses and spent oll his money going on the TAA DC-6 on it's last flight down to Tassie and back.

 

Had to keep riding his bike as he'd been squirriling the cash away for a car.

 

 

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