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North Carolina 222 is a winding highway, its 58 miles dotted by small towns and rural scenery. It's a very unassuming stretch of road, perfect for summer drives with the windows down.
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Aviation has always fascinated me. It started as a child with trips to Raleigh-Durham International Airport to pick up or drop off family members. This was a time when anyone could enter the terminal area and go to whichever gate they wanted.
Goals. We all have them. Maybe you want to write a novel. Perhaps you want to learn to code. It could be anything relating to personal growth.
Imagine walking through your hometown one evening, just as the sun gives way to dusk. You hear a distant rumble, wondering if you should have grabbed an umbrella. As you continue your stroll, you dear drums and realize—despite all indications—it's not thunder. The bass kicks in, threatening to send the USGS on a wild goose chase. Then a guitar roars to life, its raw tone delivering a mix of riffs that'll grow hair on your chest and melodies that'll make you certain some majestic dinosaur has set itself ablaze.
Maximum Overdrive. What else is there to say? Well, I suppose I could explain how I came to find this movie and why I love it. So, grab a drink—just not from a vending machine—and ignore the jingling of that ice cream truck.
American Airlines Flight 191 should have been a standard flight from Chicago to Los Angeles. Instead, the name conjures horrifying visions of an aircraft in distress, a flight crew unable to recover, and the last moments of 273 lives.
Monday, September 25, 1978, was a typical day in San Diego: warm and sunny, with clear skies giving around 10 miles of visibility. It was a perfect morning to fly. By day's end, the city and the aviation industry would be forever altered.