747: Creating the World's First Jumbo Jet and Other Adventures from a Life in Aviationby Joe Sutter, Jay Spenser
747 is the thrilling story behind "the Queen of the Skies"—the Boeing 747—as told by Joe Sutter, one of the most celebrated engineers of the twentieth century, who spearheaded its design and construction. Sutter's vivid narrative takes us back to a time when American technology was cutting-edge and jet travel was still glamorous and new. With wit/b>
747 is the thrilling story behind "the Queen of the Skies"—the Boeing 747—as told by Joe Sutter, one of the most celebrated engineers of the twentieth century, who spearheaded its design and construction. Sutter's vivid narrative takes us back to a time when American technology was cutting-edge and jet travel was still glamorous and new. With wit and warmth, he gives an insider's sense of the larger than life-size personalities—and the tensions—in the aeronautical world.
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747Creating the World's First Jumbo Jet and Other Adventures from a Life in Aviation
By Joe Sutter
HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2006 Joe Sutter
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Growing Up With Aviation
The 747 flew for the first time on February 9, 1969. It was a cold winter's day and a highly emotional one for me. We'd had to create this huge new jet so rapidly that its design phase was shorter than that of just about any jetliner before or since. Every challenge had seemed as outsize as the 747 itself. So it was only when I saw the world's first jumbo jet in the air that I knew my team had done it -- we'd created a real airplane.
I couldn't have done it without my late wife, Nancy. When I'd come home beaten down with problems for which there seemed no solution, Nancy was always there to help lift me out of the dumps. Intelligent, beautiful, full of humor and life, she shared the burden of the 747's development.
She felt the pressure of our community's hopes and fears. "Does your husband know what he's doing?" her doubting friends would ask. "Do you think that big thing he's designing will actually fly?" Of course, they were only giving voice to the question on everybody's mind in Seattle in the late 1960s, but it still left Nancy feeling none too great.
On the morning before that first flight, Isensed Nancy needed me to reassure her that our big airliner would fly. I promised her it would. "What's more," I added confidently, "I'll show you just where it'll leave the ground."
I bundled her into a Boeing station wagon and drove us out to the calculated "unstick" point along the snow-fringed runway. "Kid, you stand right here," I said, letting her out on dry grass a hundred yards off, "and as that airplane goes by, you'll see its wheels lift off the ground right in front of you."
With a muted whine entirely different from the flaring hiss that jetliners made back then, the prototype 747 taxied to the distant threshold. The pilots completed their last checks, the engines spooled up, and that huge airplane accelerated down the runway.
Before Nancy's eyes, a jetliner two and a half times bigger than anything then in service broke ground and surged skyward, effortlessly carrying away with it the weight of the world.
When I picked Nancy up, she was crying. "Oh Joe," she exclaimed, tears of relief running down her cheeks, "it took off just where you said it would!"
I saw then that she'd gone through just about as much hell as had I or, for that matter, any of the 4,500 people on my engineering team. On that unforgettable day, Nancy and I knew we'd weathered a great and thrilling storm.
I was born in Seattle, Washington, on March 21, 1921. The world was very wide back then, and our part of it -- the Great Northwest -- was a remote region in one far-flung corner of the United States. The transcontinental rail line came up through Tacoma and pretty well ended in Seattle, so unless your destination was British Columbia or the Yukon, you had to board a ship to go much farther.
Young and raw, Seattle was itself a bit of a frontier. It was a seaport village, not a city, and it had no skyscrapers except for Smith Tower, which for decades was the tallest U.S. building west of the Mississippi River. Located in Pioneer Square, the old part of downtown Seattle, Smith Tower is today the smallest spire in a bustling skyline. It has glass-doored offices and brass open-frame elevators with human operators and is a universally loved symbol of a vanished era.
My home state is equally colorful. Washington gained statehood only in 1889, and its wild and wooly days as a western territory were within the living memory of people I knew as a boy. Washington's abundant natural resources made Seattle the jewel of the Northwest, a cosmopolitan universe of big timber, fishing fleets, large ships braving the Pacific to Asia, smaller ones working the Inside Passage to Alaska, and ferryboats plying Puget Sound.
The spectacular backdrop to all this human activity was nature on a grand scale. My childhood world was a universe of vast wilderness, the sparkling blues of Puget Sound with its orcas and salmon, and towering snow-capped mountains so perfect they look like operatic backdrops. With all the rain that sweeps in off the Pacific, though, there are a lot of days in Seattle when you can't see the mountains.
We Sutters lived in Beacon Hill, a lower-middle-class neighborhood to the south of downtown Seattle. Ours was a working neighborhood of emigrants from Europe and Asia. There were many nationalities all living together with a real sense of community. Houses had verandahs and -- in those days before air-conditioning or television -- people sat outside enjoying summer evenings, so you got to know your neighbors pretty well.
My father, Frank Sutter, arrived in the United States from Slovenia at the age of 17. His last name was actually Suhadolc, but like so many immigrants he received an easier last name when passing through Ellis Island. I adored and respected my dad, although I didn't get to spend much time with him. He worked pretty much all the time.
As a young bachelor, my dad traveled to Alaska in hopes of making his fortune in the Klondike gold rush. He spent a long and very difficult decade toiling in the far north. Family legend has it he helped build a bridge across the Yukon River. He also survived being mauled by a hungry bear that broke into his cabin one night in search of food.
Dad did ultimately find a small gold deposit. After staking out his claim, he sold it to a Swede for $15,000 -- a very large sum in those days. Giving up the frontier life, he moved to Seattle, where he and a partner started a meat-cutting shop called the Union Packing Company. Soon thereafter, Dad met and fell in love with my mother, Rosa, a recent widow. They were married in 1912.
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Meet the Author
Joe Sutter led the team of engineers that created the Boeing 747. He served on the Presidential Commission to investigate the Challenger explosion with Neil Armstrong, Sally Ride, and Richard Feynman. Now in his eighties, he still serves as a consultant to Boeing. He lives in Seattle.
Jay Spenser has spent a lifetime studying aviation as a museum curator at the National Air and Space Museum and the Museum of Flight, and as an aerospace industry writer. He is the co-author of 747 and lives in Seattle, Washington.
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When I bought this book, I didn't know about Joe Sutter. Until I came across with this book. Joe Sutter explains his 747 project was his life and 46 years from first 747 rolled out, the project 747 still remains strong today, and is still used in most major airlines. Also he explains the problems he encountered building jumbo jet and how he resolved each problems. He had to face the US SST program which is 2707 and almost brought down to his knees, but he managed to create Boeing's successful JUMBO JET. He is true daddy of Boeing 747 and I do love 747 Jumbo jet. Is one of my favorite airplanes to I rode. It is great book to know about the creator of 747 and understand the true feelings of 747's creator. I highly recommend to every aviation enthusiasts.
Next wed july 15th i am going to hollywood california on a 747