Thats the difference between you and I bro, I couldn't wait for my buddy Ted to light off those Garretts as I manned the APU right behind the port engine, first the low growl as the geared turbines started to spin, the pitch gradually increasing as those Nicads spun up the big four bladed props rising to a low scream, and then whoossshh as the fuel was added to the hot section, about a four foot bright yellow flame, [fuel controllers a little off], as she lit, the low scream increasing from about 19% rpm as she spun up to 100% to the howl of a banshee, the propwash blowing the warm sweet smell of burnt kerosene around. As I waited for the Starboard engine, to repeat the same glorious awakening to that beautifull stereo Howl of Life, like some primordial beast being awakened, quivering in anticipation, unplug, pull my cart out of the way and salute my bro as he advanced the power levers and gave those big props permission to chew the air to pieces and spit it out! In the same way the J-31 will come to life, she will take her rightfull place in this aerial ballet called military aviation, someone will love her, maybe be a little afraid of what she might do if he doesn't give her the attention and love she demands, sense her power and beauty, and finally point her down the runway and let her live as a bird of prey, leaping into the air, ready to do her masters bidding, protecting her ship, or her homeland, mercilessly anxious to follow the commands of her master and do his bidding, as he follow the orders of his master, to kill or be killed, this is not play, its not work, it is life! She will protect her master until she loses, then she will mercifully spit him out to live on, as she faces her death alone. This all happens because of OIL, the fuel that powers the engine of freedom!
