When I arrived at Bellingham in my C-172 I was asked by the tower on downwind if I wanted to make a short approach now, or continue my downwind and follow a B-17 on a long final. Duh...? "Tower, yea uh...I'll just follow the B-17". Anyway, I swung in behind the B-17 and pretended I was returning from a mission.
In 1988 or close to that time (a while ago), I was lucky enough to be able to go for a nice ride in a vintage B-17F. A local friend of my dad's had just purchased a stripped down model of a B-17. I told my dad to do anything to get us up for a ride. Speed forward..... and I found myself driving down to Boeing field to go up in a B-17 with just my dad and his friend "Bobby Richardson". Neither one of them had a rating in a B-17, although my dad had a ton of hours in 4 engine planes like the DC-6 and Boeing Strato Cruiser. I wasn't about to ask them if they really new how to fly this thing. The three of us took off under a sunny sky heading north over Elliott bay and flew out over the Olympic penisula for about a 90 minute flight buzzing a friend of the owner that had a grass strip over the penisula. I got to sit up front for a bit and handle the controls. Very heavy controls. And a very noisy airplane. I wasn't complaining

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Below are a couple of photo's from about 20 years ago.

This is when Seattle still had the "Kingdome". Just leaving Boeing Field. Yes, those engines were loud.
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Thats me (younger) reminding myself that I am really in one of the most famous airplanes ever built.
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A great view out the nose, somewhere over the Olympic penisula.
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