If I'd never have picked up the first person, I'd never have picked up the 42,000 in Calcutta.
Leveling off at 42,000 feet, I had thirty percent of my fuel, so I turned on rocket chamber three and immediately reached. 96 Mach. I noticed that the faster I got, the smoother the ride. Suddenly the Mach needle began to fluctuate. It went up to. 965 Mach - then tipped right off the scale. . . We were flying supersonic. And it was a smooth as a baby's bottom; Grandma could be sitting up there sipping lemonade.