Settle a bet: Mach speeds

In article M7Mqc.31369$Md.30236@lakeread05,
"Darrell" writes:
I think that value should be 100 ft/sec. Mach one is about 600 Knots = 1
NM/Min. One NM = 6,000'. Divide 6,000 by 60 (seconds in a minute) and you
get 100, not 1,000.


Darryl, It's a good thing they had somebody behind you with the map

600 Kts is 10 Nautical Miles/minute, not 1.

BTW, you'd probably know this: Is theere any truth to the story that
a B-58 got itself into some manner of perdicament up over Alaska, near
one of the airbases. (For the same of Argument, I'll say Eielson, but
I don't know) The Pilot was busy trying to keep teh airplane flying,
and things were kinda touchy. While things were gyrating, the Nav
tried calling the Pilot & DSO, and for some reason (Either they were
busy trying to save the airplane, or the ICM wasn't working too well)
didn't answer. The Nav got nervous & punched out, right near one of
the Base Rescue helicopters, which scooped him up & ran for home.
In the meantime, the Pilot got things under control, & managed to get
it on the ground at this Alaskan base. As he clumb down teh ladder,
he was met by the irate Nav, who was screaming at him "Why didn't you
tell me where we were! I'm teh Navigator, dammit, and I have a right
to know!"


--
Pete Stickney
A strong conviction that something must be done is the parent of many
bad measures. -- Daniel Webster

"Peter Stickney" wrote in message
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In article M7Mqc.31369$Md.30236@lakeread05,
"Darrell" writes:
I think that value should be 100 ft/sec. Mach one is about 600 Knots =
1
NM/Min. One NM = 6,000'. Divide 6,000 by 60 (seconds in a minute) and
you
get 100, not 1,000.


Darryl, It's a good thing they had somebody behind you with the map

600 Kts is 10 Nautical Miles/minute, not 1.

BTW, you'd probably know this: Is theere any truth to the story that
a B-58 got itself into some manner of perdicament up over Alaska, near
one of the airbases. (For the same of Argument, I'll say Eielson, but
I don't know) The Pilot was busy trying to keep teh airplane flying,
and things were kinda touchy. While things were gyrating, the Nav
tried calling the Pilot & DSO, and for some reason (Either they were
busy trying to save the airplane, or the ICM wasn't working too well)
didn't answer. The Nav got nervous & punched out, right near one of
the Base Rescue helicopters, which scooped him up & ran for home.
In the meantime, the Pilot got things under control, & managed to get
it on the ground at this Alaskan base. As he clumb down teh ladder,
he was met by the irate Nav, who was screaming at him "Why didn't you
tell me where we were! I'm teh Navigator, dammit, and I have a right
to know!"

Whoops. Senility has hit me again. Thanks Pete. Don't know what I was
thinking of. Of course you're right. That's why I needed Herk in the Nav
seat!!!!

As for the story. I'll try to check that out next month when I go to the
B-58 Hustler reunion at Fort Worth on June 4th, 5th, & 6th. It's at the
Green Oaks Inn. Stop by and I'll buy you a beer..

Darrell