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Help me out with this picture...
I stumbled across this picture today. I've been in this hangar before, I can't remember where or when, and it is driving me bananas (the faces seem familiar).
Pretty sure it is somewhere in Alberta. Thanks
Pretty sure it is somewhere in Alberta. Thanks
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Redlinephtography.ca, which is on the wall in the back, is based in edmonton. That would be my guess.
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I saw a big box like this filled with airplanes in Gabon. In all seriousness, the hangar looks somewhat new and I seem to recognize the combo of aircraft. Redline Photography is in Edmonton but I would guess Grande Prairie. Could be anywhere in Canada though.
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I got as far as Edmonton, but still unsure. It was just the selection of aircraft that got my attention and the layout of the hangar. Hopefully someone will recognize their bird in the picture. Thanks for the start! Pretty sure its not GABON, though. Glad to rule that place out.
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I would just Send Nick from relinephotography a quick email and ask. His email address is on his website. I got to drive one of those GT40's not too long ago...mind blowing is about the only way to describe it.
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It is building 15 at CYXD....It holds Centennial Aviation, and now Thomas Aircraft.
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Yes definitely Bldg 15, AKA Centennial's building
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Kind of blurry for a pro to have taken that picture.
If we can put oil in the engine while we're flying then we have absolutely no problem at all.
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Anybody with a camera phone can shoot a photo in pin sharp focus. Usually (but not always) for artistic purposes you only want your subject in focus.
No, the airplanes aren't the subject, though that is what most of us are probably looking at.
(I'll take the Piper Meridian...)
No, the airplanes aren't the subject, though that is what most of us are probably looking at.
(I'll take the Piper Meridian...)
Geez did I say that....? Or just think it....?
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Professional photographers actually use focus to subconsciously "focus" the attention of the viewer to the area of the photograph to where it is desired without detracting from the remaining content of the picture.System Message wrote:Kind of blurry for a pro to have taken that picture.
It's actually quite well done, if the purpose is to actually focus attention on the Ford.
On the other hand, you may want to just go and get your eyes checked now rather than wait for your next physical.
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Just a quick correction - Thats NOT a GT40....
Its the newer, redesigned ford throwback.. called simply a Ford GT. Park the two next to each other and you'd understand..
Anyone know why they were initially called GT40's?
Its the newer, redesigned ford throwback.. called simply a Ford GT. Park the two next to each other and you'd understand..
Anyone know why they were initially called GT40's?
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Back in the 60's the GT40 got it's name from being 40 inches high.
When Ford put it back into production, someone else owned the rights to "GT40" so they had to call it the "GT".
Anyone know why Ford made the GT40 in the first place? Hint: Ford tried to buy Ferrari.
BTW all the airplanes in the hangar are pretty boring compared to the car. But remember it's a Ford - yuck. Jeremy Clarkson of TopGear bought one, and it was such a piece of junk - Ford simply couldn't keep it running - he got rid of it.
For all you Ford GT fans, a little touch of reality:
When Ford put it back into production, someone else owned the rights to "GT40" so they had to call it the "GT".
Anyone know why Ford made the GT40 in the first place? Hint: Ford tried to buy Ferrari.
BTW all the airplanes in the hangar are pretty boring compared to the car. But remember it's a Ford - yuck. Jeremy Clarkson of TopGear bought one, and it was such a piece of junk - Ford simply couldn't keep it running - he got rid of it.
For all you Ford GT fans, a little touch of reality:
Sorry, Ford, I have to ask for my money back
By Jeremy Clarkson of The Sunday Times
Thirty-five years ago I promised myself that one day I’d own a Ford GT40, the blue-collar supercar that took an axle grinder to Ferrari’s aristocratic halo at Le Mans. But 25 years ago my dreams were dashed as I grew too tall to fit inside.
Happily, in 2002 Ford announced that it was to build a modern-day version of the old racer. It would, they said, cost less than £100,000 and do more than 200mph. They also said it would be much bigger than the original so pylon-people like me would be able to drive it.
And so, two years ago, having tested a prototype in America, I placed an order for one of the 28 that were coming to Britain.
As the months groaned by there were rumours of big price increases, insatiable thirst and catastrophic suspension failure. But there were also rumours of the supercharged V8 pumping out 550bhp and a mountain of torque so massive it was breaking the testing equipment. So I didn’t mind.
I didn’t even mind when it arrived at my house one month ago inside a truck which had “On Time” written down the side. As we know from America’s arrival into the second world war, their concept of “on time” differs slightly from ours.
And anyway, it looked so gorgeous, a mass of bulging muscle struggling to contain that massive 5.4 litre supercharged heart. It doesn’t look like a GT40 but it looks like a GT40 looks in your head. And it’s huge. Longer than a Volvo XC90 and as wide as a Hummer.
Which is why, on its first run, to London, it was like a blue and white Pied Piper trailing a stream of ratty hatches in its wake. Everyone was taking pictures, waving, giving me the thumb’s up. Never, not once in 15 years of road testing cars, had anything drawn such a massive crowd. And never had the crowd been so overtly supportive.
Of course you can’t run a car like this without a few problems rearing their head from time to time. It’s too wide for the width restrictions on Hammersmith bridge — backing up earned me a slot on the traffic news that morning. The turning circle means every mini roundabout becomes a three-point turn, and at oblique junctions, as is the case in a Ferrari Enzo, you absolutely cannot see if anything’s coming.
But set against this is a surprisingly quiet and civilised ride. It’s like a power station. Silent, as it gets on with the job of brightening up your life.
Mind you, you are constantly aware of the Herculean power that nestles just over your right shoulder. Partly because you can see the supercharger belt whirring away in the rear-view mirror and partly because it makes a deep, dog-baiting rumble when you do put your foot down.
Ford asked that I keep the revs below 4000 for the first thousand miles. But since 100mph equates to 1900rpm it’s not really a hardship. And at this speed you’re doing 15mpg, which isn’t bad at all. But three days later everything started to go very, very wrong.
Leaving the Top Gear studio, the immobiliser refused to un-immobilise itself. So the car was pushed into the hangar and I went home instead in a rented Toyota Corolla.
Ford sent a tow truck, changed the immobiliser and delivered the car to my house the following day. “Is it fixed?” I asked. “Yes,” they said.
It wasn’t. At three in the morning the alarm blew. And then again at four. This meant my wife started to refer to it as “that f****** car”, which took away a bit of the sheen, if I’m honest.
The next day, on the way back to the garage, I received a call on the hands-free phone from the tracker company. “Your car’s been stolen, sir,” said the man. “I’m sure it hasn’t,” I said, “because I’m in it.”
Fearing that I might be the burglar, the man asked if I could give him my password. Tricky one that, since I have a different password for everything on the internet and can never remember any of them. And that’s a big problem, because the man at the end of the phone has the power to remotely shut down the engine.
I threatened him, lightly, with some physical harm, but this didn’t work so I had to guess. “Aardvark,” I ventured. “Abacus, Aesop, additional...”
Eventually he took pity and I was able to deliver the car back to Ford with some stern warnings about the alarm, the immobiliser and the tracker system, all of which seemed to be malfunctioning. As a courtesy car they gave me a Ford Focus, with a diesel engine. Nice.
Two days later the GT was back. “Is it fixed?” I asked, again. “Yes,” they said
Five minutes out of the Ford garage I received a text to say my car had been stolen. And then, in the next half hour, three more. So, counting the two I’d received before I was even out of bed, that meant my car had been stolen five times before 9am.
This time I rang Ford and explained that I would personally come over there and insert the whole car up the chairman’s backside if it wasn’t fixed. And while I was on the phone a yellow warning light came on the dash.
“There’s a yellow warning light on the dash,” I bellowed, like Michael Winner, only angrier. “Oh, that’ll be something to do with the engine management system,” said the man with the bleeding ears. “You’ll need to get it looked at . . .”
When Ford gave me the car back after its third hospital trip in as many weeks, I didn’t ask if the security system was fixed. Because the notion of it still being broken was simply inconceivable.
So imagine my surprise when, one hour later, while at my daughter’s school play, I heard a familiar siren. I couldn’t believe it. The alarm had gone off again.
In a fury this time, I called Ford and explained, loudly, that Roush, the company charged with servicing and maintaining the 28 GTs in Britain, was plainly incompetent. And that there was simply no point asking it to fix the alarm again because it’d had three goes already.
I then did something the man at Ford wasn’t expecting. I asked for my money back.
And that, the next day, is what happened.
They put £126,000 in my account and sent a man to pick up the car. “Is it the alarm system?” he said. “They all do that.”
So there we are. A 35-year dream. A two-year wait. Ten years of d4mn hard work. And what do I get? The most miserable month’s motoring it is possible to imagine.
Strangely, however, as the GT rumbled down my drive for the last time, I felt like Julie Walters watching Michael Caine getting on the plane at the end of Educating Rita. I actually cried.
There’s a very good reason for this. I genuinely believe that some machines have a soul and I can’t bear to think of my Ford sitting in a warehouse now, unloved and unwanted. It is fine. It is perfect. It knows it’s a great, great car that was ruined by a useless ape who fitted a crummy aftermarket alarm system.
Ford has said I can buy the car back any time. It has even lent me an Aston Martin DB9 while I make up my mind. I don’t know though. I just don’t know.
Normally I finish these columns with an opinion of mine. But this time it’s the other way round. I’d love to hear yours.
One thing: I know I could sell the car privately and make a £50,000 profit. But I have never profited from my position as a motoring journalist. And I never will.
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Yup - Centennial. I remembered that hangar easily.tailgunner wrote:It is building 15 at CYXD....It holds Centennial Aviation, and now Thomas Aircraft.
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Why would somebody chose to photograph a high performance car like that with a bunch of (arguably) slowpoke hangar queens? What was the message they were trying to portray?
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Probably that they couldn't find a hangar full of Gulfstreams or Citation Xs. But it is just a Ford after all. Sans supercharger I've got the same engine in my truck.
Geez did I say that....? Or just think it....?
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Thanks Colonel Sanders - that was an awesome article...
Cheers,
Kirsten B.
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Awesome guys, thanks. I knew I had been there, and look at the mileage I got out of the post. Thanks for the replies!