I just saw your site dedicated to The Arfons Brothers and Doug Rose and I
just had to write you.
My Aunt Mary Glinsky lived down Pickle Road from the
Arfons's when they were growing up. She baby sat Art when he was a little baby
many times. I had the pleasure of meeting both Arfons Brothers and Doug
Rose in the mid 60's when I was out there visiting. Doug Rose was sitting in
a wheel chair tuning a jet engine running at part throttle, on a stand and
chained to two huge eyebolts in the floor. One of Walt's trucks was parked
in front of the engine as a stopper, but my car was behind the truck!
If the eyebolts had broken, the engine, truck, and my car would have been driven
clean across the street into a house, and we all would have been toasted!
My cousin Pat told me that when Art got his J79, he told the neighbors it
was going to be loud the first time he fired the afterburner. Pat said it
destroyed a chicken coop, unoccupied thankfully, and was credited with
breaking windows a mile away, when he fired the full afterburner the first
Your site brought back some pleasant memories!
Chip, I thought of a few more small anecdotes about the Arfons Brothers
and the Pickle Road gang.
My cousin Ed Glinsky told me that many a time
they would see one of the Arfons Brothers' home made Allison powered race
cars fly past their house at what they were told was in the 140 MPH
range. That had to be awesome!
Supposedly one of the planes they bought
as surplus was flown by Art under every unfinished bridge on the Ohio
turnpike as it was being built too. I'm not sure where I learned that, or
indeed if it is true. Art was a gateman on a Higgins landing craft during
WWII and had the only Higgins boat in the South Pacific with a motorized ramp.
Thanks again for the wonderful memories!