No doubt, jets fly better and there is no longer the thrill of waiting for a master rod bearing to seize somewhere mid-Pacific. However, just like our cars, the new breed of tin lacks personality. The paint jobs are boring, no oil stains, no smell of wool seat covers and no sound of a turbo compound 3350 about to throw a rod through the cowling on takeoff.

Terry Morgan's photographs capture some of that, without the smell, but at least preserving part of our aviation heritage.

Enjoy...

-Nick