(March 2011) — As an icy wind whipped from the Hudson River and buffeted the heliport’s aluminum chain-link fence with an unrelenting ferocity, settling into the cockpit of a Sikorsky S-76 instead of some lesser machine made me stop and appreciate the size and power of one of the best-selling helicopters of all time.
“I’m a strong swimmer and might make it back to dry land,” said the S-76 captain buckling in beside me, “but I doubt you could.”
