Weer een mooie Video, Part III

Ze zijn ook niet bang om tegen de maximum snelheid aan te vliegen op het onderste filmpje! 5 knots margin als ik het goed zie...
 
Weet niet of deze al ergens tussenstond;

C-17 Tactical Approach into San Clemente NALF in HD
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUUU-C-7o98[/YOUTUBE]

+6000 ft/min descent met reverse mid-air! Denk niet dat mijn baas dat goed gaat vinden als wij dat een keer probeerden...:D
 
Weet niet of ie al in de lijst voorkwam maar wel extreem cool; (zet wel je geluid aan voor het commentaar)

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_F9RJSPnf8A[/YOUTUBE]
 
Mijn persoonlijke held. Dr. John Paul Stapp. The bravest man on earth!

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4tuvOer_GI[/YOUTUBE]

42 G's!
 
Hier nog eentje voor de liefhebbers. Hoe groot kunnen je ballen zijn?

Overigens zijn de beelden van Stapp op de slee niet de 'Sonic Wind' maar de G-Whiz, een eerdere versie die 'minder hard' ging en waarbij hij nog geen helm droeg.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NycD8E7VGmo&feature=related[/YOUTUBE]


At X-minus ten on December 10, 1954, George Nichols helped fit a rubber bite block, equipped with an accelerometer, into John Stapp's mouth. Then with a final pat for good luck, he headed down to the far end of the track. As X-minus two approached, the last two Northrop crew members left the sled and hustled into a nearby blockhouse. Sitting alone atop the Sonic Wind, Stapp looked like a pathetic figure. A siren wailed eerily, adding to the tension, and two red flares lofted skywards. Overhead, pilot Joe Kittinger, approaching in a T-33, pushed his throttle wide open in anticipation of the launch. With five seconds to go Stapp yanked a lanyard activating the sled's movie cameras, and hunkered down for the inevitable shock. The Sonic Wind's nine rockets detonated with a terrific roar, spewing 35-foot long trails of fire and hurtling Stapp down the track. "He was going like a bullet," Kittinger remembers. "He went by me like I was standing still, and I was going 350 mph." Just seconds into the run the sled had reached its peak velocity of 632 miles per hour — actually faster than a bullet — subjecting Stapp to 20 Gs of force and battering him with wind pressures near two tons. "I thought," continues Kittinger, "that sled is going so damn fast the first bounce is going to be Albuquerque. I mean, there was no way on God's earth that sled could stop at the end of the track. No way." But then, just as the sound of the rockets' initial firing reached the ears of far off observers, the Wind hit the water brake. The rear of the sled, its rockets expended, tore away. The front section continued downrange for several hundred feet, hardly slowing at all until it hit the second water brake.
 
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