It was March 1978. I was walking out to the gate to catch TW703 (odd how the flight number has stayed with me all these years) to New York. Concorde was sitting on a stand, ready to depart. I began idly calculating in my head:
Wright Brothers, 1910, 40 MPH. Concorde, 1976, 1350 MPH.
That’s over 30 times faster in less than 70 years.
Another 30 times faster is over 40,000 MPH. That’s almost escape velocity.
And in that moment the eighty-footer, the light spaceship that is the mainstay of the Confederate Space Fleet was born.