Well, as some of you may know, I play Flight Simulator. At one of your behests (COUGHjameseyCOUGH) I canceled my flight from Paris's De Gaulle International Airport to Chicago's O'Hare International Airport, and attempted to pull off a loop-de-loop using a fully loaded Boeing 747-400, from 32000 feet up (FL 320 for those of us who are airplane savvy).
Long story short: I crashed.
Short story long: I pulled the nose up in an attempt to go vertical. The plane stopped climbing at about 75 degrees pitch. At that point, it began to drop. I lost 2000 feet in a span of 5 seconds. At about 20000 feet, I thought I had recovered and tried to level out the wings. Well, the plane kept dropping, and began to yaw and rotate in every which way. Case in point:
Eventually, I switched back to the cockpit view, saw the was at 800 feet altitude and gave up. My plane wound up crashing somewhere in the fields of the English countryside somewhere outside of... er... somewhere.
I must say, watching the plane's path in its contrails (the clouds that come out of the back of an aircraft's engines) was damn entertaining though.
Long story short: I crashed.
Short story long: I pulled the nose up in an attempt to go vertical. The plane stopped climbing at about 75 degrees pitch. At that point, it began to drop. I lost 2000 feet in a span of 5 seconds. At about 20000 feet, I thought I had recovered and tried to level out the wings. Well, the plane kept dropping, and began to yaw and rotate in every which way. Case in point:
Eventually, I switched back to the cockpit view, saw the was at 800 feet altitude and gave up. My plane wound up crashing somewhere in the fields of the English countryside somewhere outside of... er... somewhere.
I must say, watching the plane's path in its contrails (the clouds that come out of the back of an aircraft's engines) was damn entertaining though.
