NJAHOFAM- Martin 202 part 1
Funny thing; last time I was here,I hadn't noticed the stairs set up next to the sad but still impressive 1949 Martin 202 outside... Tony tells me about how it was one of the first to have a forward access door; there's also a rear stairway under the tail.
" Let me go open it up for you..." he says, and suddenly I have total access. Cool. Tony heads back inside, and I'm all alone with the airplane.
That's the active control tower, BTW...

She's in a pretty sorry state, but just about everything is still here. There are even some suitcases... and look; the flight deck is not barricaded!

It's sad that no restoration has been done to this big old girl, but on the other hand, it has a certain grubby majesty in this state. Having all the gauges still installed makes all the difference. I get the feeling that I've stumbled across this beast in an abandoned airfield... and as far as piston aircraft are concerned, KTEB sort of qualifies... it's all very bittersweet.

I take a seat in the captain's throne, which unfortunately no longer moves forward enough for me to comfortably place my feet on the pedals. Yokes are locked, too... but a little imagination is sufficient to send me back in time for a little while.

Lots of toggle switches and incandescent lights, just the way I like it:

Next: more of the Martin...
" Let me go open it up for you..." he says, and suddenly I have total access. Cool. Tony heads back inside, and I'm all alone with the airplane.
That's the active control tower, BTW...
She's in a pretty sorry state, but just about everything is still here. There are even some suitcases... and look; the flight deck is not barricaded!
It's sad that no restoration has been done to this big old girl, but on the other hand, it has a certain grubby majesty in this state. Having all the gauges still installed makes all the difference. I get the feeling that I've stumbled across this beast in an abandoned airfield... and as far as piston aircraft are concerned, KTEB sort of qualifies... it's all very bittersweet.
I take a seat in the captain's throne, which unfortunately no longer moves forward enough for me to comfortably place my feet on the pedals. Yokes are locked, too... but a little imagination is sufficient to send me back in time for a little while.
Lots of toggle switches and incandescent lights, just the way I like it:
Next: more of the Martin...


