Amelia Earhart's airplane pictured here, this gorgeous Lockheed Vega, is just the right shade of red. It says more about her than all I've ever read in the history books. In fact, I had no idea at all that her plane was this color. Stunning red. It's just one of the relatively few pics I took while at the Smithsonian. Lots of pics were of engines and turbines, just because I love 'em. Here's a favorite:
For the Irrelephant, I took a picture of the Spirit of St. Louis, (got the Wright Bros plane, too!) which was cool. But equally cool was the spinner cap, signed by friends and crew on both sides of the Atlantic. What a daring mortal was Lindberg! I can't wrap my mind around the reality of it, and that's no slam against Jimmy Stewart's fine portrayal of the deed. It's just too awesome.
Update: NO! NOT a symbol of German Fascism! It's a propeller symbol. Don't make me 'splain it. Go find out for yourself. (Mr. BaggiePants is in pain, so he gets a pass on this.)
But c'mon! Would you cross 3,000 miles of ocean in that?
So many airplanes and space vehicles! And rockets that were essentially the equivalent of strapping a trashcan full of dynamite to your ass and lighting it off.
What do we have today that would be like buying a plane, painting it by-god RED, lowering the goggles over your coif and makeup and flying into history with your scarf streaming behind you?
The little Miata will have to do for now. It's also the right shade of red. History can wait, though.
Meanwhile, my tootsies enjoyed the First of March at the beach. I think dear Rob Smith would approve of some toe pr0n on a lovely weekend like this. I think he'd like the name of this shade of red also: "Please Don't Think I'm a Waitress."