Test Pilots: from American Sky

I always believed the early test pilots had the Mercury and Apollo astronauts beat. You see, space travel was empty to me, like the vacuum it operated in. My imagination could only follow something as big and beautiful as the Starship Enterprise, because there I could work out and have lots of elbow room and not worry about muscles atrophying after skidding round the planet for a few weeks in a tin can or taking months just to get to Mars. I loved the earth and sky too much to trade it for the bleakness of outer space, a place better explored in story-telling, especially in the movies with their gorgeous musical scores.

 

I always believed that early test pilot guys like Chuck Yeager–who broke the sound barrier in 1947 and still found time for hunting and fishing and chasing after his wife in the desert on horseback—to be superior to the Mercury and Apollo astronauts of the 1960s.

For me, space travel is empty, like the vacuum it operates in. My imagination could only follow something as big and beautiful as the Starship Enterprise where I’d have lots of elbow room to work out and not worry about muscles atrophying after skidding around the planet for a few weeks in a tin can or taking months just to get to Mars.

I love the earth and sky too much to trade them for the bleakness of outer space, a place better explored in story-telling, especially in the movies with their gorgeous musical scores.


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