I love that video. A few years ago my dad and I were at an airshow at Randolph Airbase in San Antonio. The Air Force had marshals for their suckers and blowers but they did not have any for the planes with those big things that spin on the front. We were parked on a seperate ramp, away from the noise makers. Well me being the nice guy that I am, I jumped in and started marshaling the incoming WW2 birds, T-28's The G model Hog from the Lone Star air musuem, Mr. Pardue was there with his F8F, well as Mr. Pardue was taxiing in a young butter bar with less time in 1 plane than I had with the starter enguaged, walked up to me and asked what I was doing. I told him that I was parking the planes since they were not. He got really rude and told me to get off the ramp. I explained that I could not and would not leave my plane unattended, but that as soon as I got this plane parked I would be happy to go stand by my plane. I guess that he accepted that so he walked off, and went straight into one of those wonderful Blue boxes to relieve himself. Well I parked Mr. Pardue so that the Propwash was facing the Port-a-Johns. I had him set breaks and run the engine up, there is just something about the sound of that R-2800 that drowned out the yells of the Butter bar as the blue boxes blew over. I signaled for Mr. Pardue to pull the power back, and shut down. Then I calmly walked back over to my DR. 7 replica and stood by my plane till the end of the day. It wasnt much but it sure made me feel good.
