PLANE COMES OUT OF NOWHERE CRASHING INTO A TREE AND LANDING IN A PARKING SPOT!

From what I have been able to gather, the pilot did walk away from this crash, I wouldn’t be so comfortable making jokes about his parking. We don’t have any info about the plane itself, or the pilot’s information, but to be honest, the video kind of speaks for itself. In the span of just twelve seconds, this plane flies into the frame, obviously struggling to remain airborne. As it proceeds over the parking lot, it looks to be on the verge ofcrashing either into the asphalt or the cars below, when the plane tangles with one of the trees adorning the lot. The impact sends the plane flipping end over end the smack down into the lot below. While it landed on the curb, it looks like a pretty solid parking job, though the pilot may beg to differ.

It looks like hitting the tree may very well have been the best possible outcome here, because the plane seemed destined to plow directly into the ground at a much more severe angle and higher speed without the tree’s intervention.

We’re just glad there was a security camera trained on the lot and somebody had the good sense to go ahead and throw the footage up for us all to enjoy. We also have to wonder if there was a dashcam running in the truck that pulls into the lower right corner of the frame as the drama unfolds, as that might be even better footage than this security camera offered. If so, perhaps the driver will upload that and share it with the rest of us as well!

Lockheed Martin confirms SR-72, a new and improved version of the iconic Blackbird

After years of whispers, Lockheed Martin has confirmed the SR-72 is real.

Like it’s high speed predecessor, the SR-71 Blackbird, the SR-72 was designed by the aircraft manufacturer’s Skunk Works under the name Project Aurora. Popular Mechanics reports the SR-72 will be a strike and reconnaissance aircraft capable of traveling well over Mach 6.

“We’ve been saying hypersonics is two years away for the last 20 years, but all I can say is the technology is mature and we, along with DARPA and the services, are working hard to get that capability into the hands of our warfighters as soon as possible,” said Rob Weiss, Lockheed Martin’s executive vice president and general manager for Skunk Works, in a statement for Aviation Week.

The first Blackbird was built in secret during the darkest days of the cold war. A half-century later and no one has built another aircraft like it.

Lockheed has confirmed that a full scale twin-engine SR-72 won’t be ready for first flight until the early 2030s. Between 2013 and 2017 Lockheed’s Skunk Works had been “conducting ground tests on a combined cycle engine with elements of a scramjet and rocket engine,” reports Popular Mechanics.

Learn more about Project Aurora with the video below.

Small plane crashes on freeway in huge fireball, passengers escape in unbelievable miracle

Earlier today a small twin-engine Cessna 310 made a crash landing onto a busy freeway in California.

According to the air traffic controllers, the pilot reported he lost power to his right engine. Moments later the 62-year-old pilot was forced to land wherever he could.

The plane crash ended in a spectacular fireball, but somehow both the pilot and his 55-year-old female passenger escaped the blaze with minor injuries.

The entire crash was captured on video by a motorist. No one else was injured.

Watch the video below. Can you believe they survived?

TRIPLE TOMCAT LAUNCH FROM AN AIRCRAFT CARRIER IS BADASS

Launching fighter jets from the deck of an aircraft carrier is badass. Launching THREE of them in a matter of seconds is pure Navy awesomeness. In this video below from YouTuber Jason Hartberger, that’s exactly what happens. You can see two F-14 Tomcats, made famous by the 80’s action flick Top Gun, lined up and ready for launch. The planes sit at the ready waiting for the signal to open up the throttle from the catapult officer.

As the trio of planes soar off into the distance, we can’t help but think how much engineering is at play in this video. From the building of a ship large enough to have three separate runways on it’s deck to the actual runways themselves and the steam catapult systems is a modern marvel. Add to that some of the most advanced aircraft for their time and you’re looking at a lot of know how crammed onto the deck of this aircraft carrier. Couple that amazing engineering with the men and women who spend months at a time aboard these floating cities and flying these planes, which also have to land back aboard said vessel after their mission is over, and you get a glimpse inside what makes our United States military the greatest in the world.

BREATHTAKING AERIAL FOOTAGE FROM F-15E STRIKE EAGLE COCKPIT!

One of the best ways to enjoy the wonders of nature must be from an aircraft, and this time we take you on a ride with one of the coolest aircraft there is, the Fighter Jet!
Unfortunately only a chosen few will be able to ever set foot in a fighter jet, and even less than that number will be able to take to the skies in one, so the second-best thing has to be putting cameras in them and letting us see their perspective of the world as they fly in some very cool locations.
And while most of the time this capable aircraft is just another weapon that attacks or defends troops, today we give it a different kind of role as we go on a ride in it and see how it all looks from its seat, so join us.

Cops Do What it Takes to Stop this Plane!

The most insane police do what it takes to stop a plane!

These cops are not messing around! They come at that plane full speed to ensure it can’t take off! It looks like he totaled the car. Hopefully, it was worth it. He was trying to stop the plane that was clearly his only concern, and he did that. They almost had the wing chop the roof off the car! The plane was obviously carrying something very illegal for the cops to go to that length to stop them! It looks like a scene out of a budget fast and furious movie!

The Award For Best Cold Start Goes To…. The U.S Air Force!

Nothing gets the base up like an F-22 in the morning!

Nothing like a cold start to wake up the neighborhood! As far as cold starts go they don’t get much better! This F-22 could wake up the entire country it’s so loud! Next time you hear someone talking about their race car exhaust and how loud it is, show them this it should shut them right up. Side note we also have no idea why they did such a bad job trying to blur out the pilot’s face…

SR-71 Blackbird pilot puts arrogant Navy fighter in his place

In what may be one of the coolest stories ever told, former SR-71 pilot Brian Shul shares the story about the most fun he’s ever had at 70,000 feet.

Taken from his now out of print book Sled Driver, Shul’s story is one you don’t want to miss.

There were a lot of things we couldn’t do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet.

I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn’t match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.

Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace.

We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: “November Charlie 175, I’m showing you at ninety knots on the ground.”

Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the ” Houston Center voice.” I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country’s space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that, and that they basically did. And it didn’t matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.

Just moments after the Cessna’s inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. “I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed.” Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. “Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check”. Before Center could reply, I’m thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol’ Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He’s the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: “Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground.”

And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done – in mere seconds we’ll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: “Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?” There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. “Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground.”

I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: “Ah, Center, much thanks, we’re showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money.”

For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A.came back with, “Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one.”

It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day’s work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast.

For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.

Lost gunship lands in road, asks truck driver for directions

While traveling through the frozen wastes of Kazakhstan, a Mi-8 gunship pilot got lost and did what anyone else would do without a working GPS, he stopped and asked for directions.

After landing in the middle of the road, the pilot runs up to a nearby truck driver who stopped for the heavily armed aircraft. The driver’s partner in a second vehicle managed to capture the whole thing on video, but couldn’t hear the conversation over the heavy wind.

After the pilot ran off, the cameraman radioed to the other driver to ask what all the fuss was about. RT translated the following exchange.

Cameraman: “What the f**k is he doing? He is just sitting there in the middle of the road?!”

Driver: *laughing* “They were lost!” *more laughter* “He came to ask which way to Aktobe!”

Cameraman: “How can you get lost in the steppe? How the hell can you get lost in the steppe?”

The thankful pilot returned to his aircraft, revved up the engine, and took off into a blinding snow storm. After the video went viral the Kazakhstan Ministry of Defense released a statement explaining that the pilot was a trainee conducting a “planned visual orienteering exercise,” and that “the helicopter has now returned to the airfield where it is based.”