No doubt, jets fly better and there is no longer the thrill of waiting for a master rod bearing to seize somewhere mid-Pacific. However, just like our cars, the new breed of tin lacks personality. The paint jobs are boring, no oil stains, no smell of wool seat covers and no sound of a turbo compound 3350 about to throw a rod through the cowling on takeoff. Terry Morgan's photographs capture some of that, without the smell, but at least preserving part of our aviation heritage....Enjoy.

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-Nick