Several years ago, it was one of those rare days when low-altitude winds were really howling—strong, steady, but relatively turbulence-free. On a dark winter night, we were beating against this headwind. Near Huntsville, we heard the following:
Cessna 123: “Huntsville Approach, Cessna 123. What is your radar painting for our ground speed?”
Huntsville Approach: “Cessna 123. We show you making a bit more than 140 knots.”
Cessna 123: “Not bad for a Cessna 150.”
JW Bruce
Starkville, Miss.
