The AStar is, and its important that there be no doubt about the import of this, that we are all perfectly clear on the meaning, that the case is stated with great clarity and precision, the AStar is a big fat cow.
Now the 407 on the other hand, my god that thing goes. You pull, she answers. If you are not careful, she will exceed Vne with green power. Load her to the max. She'll take it all and she'll take it all the way up. High as you want to go. So high it'll blow your pants off. I'm telling you, she's a screamer.
Instantanious resonse with the FADEC. What a treat. No silly little levers on the floor, on the friggin' floor for cryin' out loud, where skiers snag them and ya gotta build a guard or some stupid thing. The throttle is on the collective where it belongs.
The fuel rides low in the airframe instead of in a great ugly tank half way up the vertical axis, where the fuel sloshes around and makes the whole sorry thing go through the air like a corkscrew. The pilot sits behind the front of the skids, which actually sit more or less level rather than one low. What a pain in the ass that is. Landing the Edsel is like trying to land diving board.
The airframe is narrow and short. The rotor diameter is small. The tail rotor is closely coupled to the centre of gravity and responds promptly. The visibility is fabulous especially with the door off. You can lean all the way out and even look behind you if you want. You can't even see in front of you in the Edsel. Its got that big mother of an instrument panel and half of it is blank and geez its ugly. You can actually long line out of a 407. Wait until I get my hands on the phantom from the depths of hell that invented that stupid window.
Press a button, the damn thing starts. Want to know if those pesky pilots have been reefing on your beautiful machine? No problem. And the properly illuminated gauges are big enough to read as opposed to those little tiny wrist watch things with goofy fibre optic what ever the hell it is. And real man switches instead those square punchy things. My god they're ridiculous.
If it rolls over you stand a chance with that bulk head but the Edsel is just a big hollow coffee can. Hydraulics? We won't even go there.
You can get seven passengers in a 407. For about the same amount of cash to buy, you just increased your revenue by 17%. Got a technical problem? Call this number. Someone will show up in a few hours instead of god knows when. Ever tried to read the Edsel's flight manual? Ever tried to figure out one of those weight and balance thingies? You'd think it was written in another language.
One thing though, you stretch right out in the back of the Edsel and have a snooze.
Now the 407 on the other hand, my god that thing goes. You pull, she answers. If you are not careful, she will exceed Vne with green power. Load her to the max. She'll take it all and she'll take it all the way up. High as you want to go. So high it'll blow your pants off. I'm telling you, she's a screamer.
Instantanious resonse with the FADEC. What a treat. No silly little levers on the floor, on the friggin' floor for cryin' out loud, where skiers snag them and ya gotta build a guard or some stupid thing. The throttle is on the collective where it belongs.
The fuel rides low in the airframe instead of in a great ugly tank half way up the vertical axis, where the fuel sloshes around and makes the whole sorry thing go through the air like a corkscrew. The pilot sits behind the front of the skids, which actually sit more or less level rather than one low. What a pain in the ass that is. Landing the Edsel is like trying to land diving board.
The airframe is narrow and short. The rotor diameter is small. The tail rotor is closely coupled to the centre of gravity and responds promptly. The visibility is fabulous especially with the door off. You can lean all the way out and even look behind you if you want. You can't even see in front of you in the Edsel. Its got that big mother of an instrument panel and half of it is blank and geez its ugly. You can actually long line out of a 407. Wait until I get my hands on the phantom from the depths of hell that invented that stupid window.
Press a button, the damn thing starts. Want to know if those pesky pilots have been reefing on your beautiful machine? No problem. And the properly illuminated gauges are big enough to read as opposed to those little tiny wrist watch things with goofy fibre optic what ever the hell it is. And real man switches instead those square punchy things. My god they're ridiculous.
If it rolls over you stand a chance with that bulk head but the Edsel is just a big hollow coffee can. Hydraulics? We won't even go there.
You can get seven passengers in a 407. For about the same amount of cash to buy, you just increased your revenue by 17%. Got a technical problem? Call this number. Someone will show up in a few hours instead of god knows when. Ever tried to read the Edsel's flight manual? Ever tried to figure out one of those weight and balance thingies? You'd think it was written in another language.
One thing though, you stretch right out in the back of the Edsel and have a snooze.
Personally, I like the fast ones with a low noise level. 
