Word: tailwind
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Wichita the air became so bumpy that it knocked his compass needle askew, left Pilot Hughes dependent upon maps and city lights below. He recognized the lights of Kansas City, St. Louis, Indianapolis at hour intervals. Near Indianapolis a tailwind lifted his speed to 295 m.p.h., carried him past Columbus in 35 minutes. There the moon came up, gave him a definite guidepost to the Atlantic Coast, which he reached in another 105 minutes...
...which he placed third in the England-Australia air race last autumn was United's Traffic Manager Harold Crary. An hour after Turner's departure a regular Eastern Air Liner took off from Miami with twelve passengers. Pilot Dick Merrill refueled at Charleston, picked up a tailwind at Richmond, scooted into Newark at 227 m.p.h., two minutes ahead of Turner, two hours ahead of Rickenbacker's record. Pilot Merrill's time...
...oldtime mail pilot is TWA's youngish Harry C. ("Skippy") Taylor. His was the fastest transport flight of the week. With 14 passengers in a TWA Douglas he rode a 60-mi. tailwind from Chicago to Newark (743 mi.) in 2 hr. 54 min., averaged better than four miles a minute...
...Pilot James Robert ("Jimmy") Wedell in 1933 has long been the goal of a heavyset, square-jawed Frenchman named Raymond Delmotte. One day last week, after a year of trying, 40-year-old Pilot Delmotte made five more unsuccessful attempts. On the sixth try, with his fox terrier mascot "Tailwind" in the cockpit, he shot his Caudron Renault monoplane four times over a measured course at Istres, zipped so fast (321 m.p.h.) on one lap that he averaged 314.1 m.p.h. for the four, set a new record. To Pilot Delmotte, for his pains, the French Air Ministry promptly awarded...
Last week, after another week's delay caused by storms, the two flyers left Honolulu, sped swiftly to the U. S. on the wings of a brisk tailwind. They reached Oakland in less than 15 hours, two hours ahead of schedule. Kingsford-Smith poked his grease-smudged face out of the cockpit and grinned: "I'm sorry to be so early. . . . I've got the best airplane in the world...