The day I adopted my dog I learned a brutal and immediate lesson about myself and my daily habits.
Nothing makes you analyze your life like a 60 pound furbeast jumping on your face at 6 in the morning immediately after she decided to redecorate your living room with your most recent bulk toilet paper purchase from Costco. (The good stuff, might I add).
On a foggy morning at Wright Air Field in Dayton, Ohio on October 30, 1935, a flight competition was held for the top airplane manufacturers to win a tender from the U.S. Army Air Corps for the next-generation long-range bomber.
Boeing Corporation’s Model 299, a cutting edge aluminum-alloy plane that could fly faster, further and carry five times as many bombs than the army had requested, was sure-fire to win. Nicknamed the “flying fortress”, historians stated this competition was held as a mere formality, with Boeing almost guaranteed to secure an order of at least sixty-five aircraft’s.
As Boeing’s turn to demo the Model 299 arrived, a small crowd watched the plane taxi down the runway readying for takeoff. It was magnificent, sporting four engines rather than the standard two. The plane roared down the runway, took off smoothly and rose quickly to 300 feet. But then the unimaginable happened. The plane stalled, sending thousands of tons of metal and fuel spiraling back down to earth impacting in a fiery explosion.