Russia makes better aircraft than USA imo

Russia makes better aircraft than USA imo

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This is a crash test, right?

A E S T H E T I C

good thing you're not in charge in anything but toiletstalls then

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Both of them make the best planes but shit happens.

So you honestly think Russians have built something as beautiful and impressive as the SR-71 Blackbird?

safe enough

Cold war era jets were rhe best

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>imo
your opinion is shit than
USA is 25 years ahead of them atleast

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I really want to suck Tu-160.

>beautiful

does rusya have an answer to the F-22 yet?

I don't know why we picked the f-22 over the yf-23. By all accounts, the yf-23 is a better plane.

>comparing the aesthetics of an american masterpiece to a nicely designed, but still inferior russian plane

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PLS BUY

supposedly, the PAK FA. I haven't read anything about its radar signature yet.

For its price it is awesome. You can buy bunch of these for the xost of one f-22 and it is doubtfull f-22 even can handle it one-on-one.

what is the porpoise of this maneuver

those are eurofighters

Blackbird is ugly, really.

That was a Canadian CF-18

impressing qts watching from the ground

I know. It's the 'Typhoon'.

>Blackbird is ugly, really.
There is something wrong with your eyes friendo

It's demonstration of possibilities of engines.

to look cool

Bonus points

getting behind your opponent in a dogefight
atleast i think so

But worthless in a dogfight. If our planes actually get that close, we've already failed. It's about missiles.

cock waving. Do that in a dog fight and you are dead.

>f-22 made for air superiority
>America didn't want to share it so they made the f-35
>doubtful of f-22 one-on-one
wew lad

This thing.
Wish there were better pics.

Basically a flying limo. Designed to be used as a mobile radio station, a "voice from the sky"

Designed to be dismantled and transported on rails

Broke every record at the time

had two alcoves on each wing for flight engineers to monitor its engines

They were somewhat equal from time to tide during the cold war (Korea beeing a great example) but today the US is far ahead. The dissolution of USSR and the shitty economy of russia delayed and cancelled many of their aircraft developments. And they are only starting to recover now.

Was it based on a b29?

cant find any more cool fighter plane webm's

You are jokeing right?

Is it alright if I keep posting nice blackbirds?

Mini missiles soon
>missile spam in the future

rapid deceleration so pursuing plane overshoots

Yeah, nobody can dislike the SR-71. Except for McNamara...

This post fuckin' needs this

Didn't see the third engine. Never-mind.

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Then you loose all your airspeed wich is fatal in todays aircombat. That would only be a last ditch trick.

>a flying cameltoe
I miss our phallic symbols

Reminds me of this movie somehow

looks like giant testicles

Neither did I...

> you will never execute pugachev's cobra in a dogfight against capitalist pig plane and then drop deliver nuclear payload to the heart of washington
BLYAAAAA
youtu.be/DtUWlAIsLrQ

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>gratituitious blackbird story

There were a lot of things we couldn't do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet.

cont'd

dat ass

>part 2

I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn't match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.

Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace.

We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: "November Charlie 175, I'm showing you at ninety knots on the ground."

This is the new millenium, man

>part 3
Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the " Houston Center voice." I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country's space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that, and that they basically did. And it didn't matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.

>part 4
Just moments after the Cessna's inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. "I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed." Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. "Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check". Before Center could reply, I'm thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol' Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He's the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: "Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground."

And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done - in mere seconds we'll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

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You really cant read this story to many times.

>fin
Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: "Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?" There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. "Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground."

I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: "Ah, Center, much thanks, we're showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money."

For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A.came back with, "Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one."

It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day's work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast.

For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.

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Youbanaaa

fugg i need this car now
or maybe I'll just import a Lada and paint it the same

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Imagine driving around the South with that,

based story. thanks for posting it

What about this?

This is so cool!
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I'm all out of blackbird pics, maybe someone else can post some

USA makes best aircrafts.
Russia makes the most beautiful aircrafts.
Japan makes best model of aircrafts
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I really wish the US would allow us to buy this plane, we really don't need anything more than LIFTs to protect our air space and have deterrance against some banana republic going full retard on our civilians, but they won't let us have it. Americans haven't produced anything like what we need and their trans sonic trainer procurement program just keeps getting delayed into oblivion since all the attention is on the F-35 vs A-10 issue.

The US sucks balls as a military suplier when your country isn't being scammed into subsidizing their defense program,

>Russia makes the most beautiful aircrafts.
after a thread full of blackbird pics

THICC

Are people realizing the PAK FA is a complete train wreck yet?

The F-35 and F-22 will be uncontested for quite awhile in terms of quality stealth and capabilities

But when will the next generation of fighter jets come out. What will they be capable of?

thats not even atlanta. they seem to be bombing some suburbs near Savannah for some bizarre reasons

I remember one of these breaking the sound barrier over my house when I was a teen. I'm not sure if it was this exact model considering it was 2002.

>mfw