Before March of this year, I was flying across the Atlantic with a fairly remarkable frequency. I needed noise at home to simulate noise from the plane, with both equally familiar. For years, British Airways received the lions share of those journeys, and that meant countless hours logged on the Boeing 747.
Even with 50 years of age behind her, there was still something special every time the Boeing 747 was listed as the operating aircraft, and each journey had that little something extra to it. Here are some of my greatest memories with British Airways Queen of The Skies…
I had just finished watching Mad Men, shedding a tear in the final scene as Don came to his awakening. I turned up at the gate for a rare flight in first. I was usually business, premium or back of the plane, but had upgraded to first and couldn’t wait.
Due to the odd behavior of someone at the gate next to us, a gent started chatting with my wife and I. It was John Slattery, aka Roger from Mad Men and I was trying so hard to keep the excitement in. 1A, John Slattery on the same day? Too good.
To add an even greater level of excitement, we flew the Canarsie approach into JFK, landing onto Runway 13L, which if you ask any pilot who flies the sector, will tell you its among the most riveting landings still left, after the loss of Kai Tak in Hong Kong. Cheers to that. As covid-19 decimation continues, I feel so incredibly lucky to have flown first in British Airways, Cathay Pacific and Lufthansa’s Boeing 747 nose.
You’ll never forget the first time you witness the stunning Aurora Borealis, aka northern lights from an airplane. It’s magic on the ground, but almost even more surreal from the sky, and if you’re lucky, and you’re on a fairly northerly route, you sometimes stand a fair chance, if you’re on the correct side of the plane.
I always loved seat 62K, spending an odd amount of time in my life deciding whether I prefer A or K seats. Anyway, I was in 62K, my favorite upper deck seat with literal buckets of storage, endless legroom and lots and lots of privacy. I was exhausted from a brief work trip to NY and had managed to fall asleep directly after take off, or maybe even before.
Waking up about 3 hours into the six odd hour transatlantic flight, I think I nearly leapt out of my seat. It was my first time seeing the Northern Lights, and they were everything I’d hoped. Over the years, seeing them on and off from time to time, I gained even greater appreciation for just how good they were on that particular evening.
It’s one thing to see them, it’s another to see them from the Upper Deck bubble of a 747. I knew even then, years back that this was increasingly rarified air, and I needed to soak in every minute. I snapped away, thankful to have remembered my DSLR camera with a slow enough shutter to capture them properly and stare blankly at the photos from time to time.
For many, Landor was the all time classic British Airways livery. The paint job is just class, and though BOAC gives it a solid run for its money, Landor was an amazing transition from the past to the present Boeing 747 livery, with some sharp lines.
As horrible as it is to say, I don’t get quite as excited about many things in aviation as I once did. Once you’ve done a delivery flight for a new plane, or flown a few inaugurals, there needs to be an x-factor to get any special feelings going, at least for me. A new 787 is now just an aircraft that’s been around for close to a decade. Sorry!
But when British Airways invited me to join them at the IAC Paint Factory in Dublin to watch the Landor 747 retro livery get rolled out for a ferry flight back to London, the excitement was flowing in droves.
Ground level photos was supposed to be the theme, but a rather nonchalant Irish guy working in the factory said go ahead and climb up the scaffolding. How many times are you going to get this up close and personal with every angle of a 747, without a soul to tell you off?
What I cherished from this memory was an opportunity to see the Queen from all angles. Directly below, in front, behind, sideways, from elevation. I feel as if I know the Boeing 747 with a level of intimacy typically only reserved for pilots and maintenance teams, and it’s the reason I feel so profoundly emotional to see it go today.
British Airways was quietly always one of the most amenable airlines toward requests to visit the flight deck. If you were patient, or flexible, most crews and captains would find a time to let you come visit, either pre-flight or post.
One thing I’ll really miss was the opportunity to see an airport from the captains chair on a 747, even if only parked at the gate. Talk about a feeling of height. The cockpit was so unique and ahead of its time in design and any aviation geek can spot it from a mile away.
There will always be something exhilaration about seeing four throttles, not two, and that’ll probably never happen again. I’m grateful to every flight deck team who ever granted the request from a tragic 30 something who still loved every chance to put on the pilots hat, particularly on the Boeing 747.