SAS have sold Cimber to CityJet. Cimber will continue flying for SAS, but according to the news, the fleet of 11 CRJ-900 will be replaced by brand new versions of the same aircraft. I hoped the upgrade would mean soundproofing of those bastard engines sitting right on the fuselage, but apparently it had something to do with streamlining the cockpits. Oh well. Some day.
Never sit in the rear seats on this type of aircraft – you might as well wear the engines straight on your ears.
Severstal is a Russian steel-and-mining company so big, it has its own airline. A nice little fleet of six Bombardier CRJ200 and a single Yakovlev Yak-40, although I’m not sure if they’re still flying the latter.
If you want to admire them outside of Russia, you might need a combination of luck and a spot on the viewing platform at Helsinki Airport.
Back in the 50’s, my late grandpa took a bunch of pictures at Copenhagen Airport. In some, people were standing around the parked aircraft (DC-3), clearly admiring the winged wonders. In others, they’re standing behind a low fence, chatting and looking good.
The picture above is one of the latter, of SE-BBO “Orvar Viking”, operated by SAS between 1948 and 1957. It’s mine now (the photo, not the aircraft), and I keep it in my bag when I travel. For luck.
Today, airports are very different, much busier creatures, and security is (understandably) more strict. If I were let loose alone amongst the parked aircraft in an active airport it would probably take me all of ten minutes to get myself flattened by a taxiing CRJ.
Thank god for viewing platforms and “unofficial” spotter-spots.
Air Nostrum’s EC-JTT is currently back in Spain, operating flights for Iberia like she has done, well, ever since she was first built, back in 2006. But in the summer months of 2016, SAS borrowed her, and she was then based in Copenhagen, her former bright red and orange livery of Iberia Regional swapped for a clean, white jacket. I saw her often, but for some reason almost every single picture I have is a belly shot.
But I did manage to get one from her good side.
I like flying these small CRJs. Probably because my legs are very short.
A few days ago, this little aeroplane flew me home from Brussels. It was a beautiful flight. Pitch black outside, but clear skies. All I could see were the bright lights of the cities on a black surface.
I love flying at night. The airport is quiet (at least Brussels was), it’s dark outside. It feels very much like an adventure.
Today I’m flying out on another tiny airplane, a French-speaking Airbus A318. Bonjour!
And in a few days, I’ll be sitting on an Avro RJ85, for the very first time.
It is indeed the week of Tiny Aircraft.
This Monday Morning Aircraft is a tiny one. A teenager, perhaps, with the ever delightful registration code: D-ACNE.
The spotted tail seems oddly appropriate.
The Airbus A319 is not exactly a big aircraft. Although not as tiny as the Bombardier CRJ-900, where people will board while googling “is this a real plane?”, it’s still small enough for me to find it absolutely magnificent that this particular plane is named “Christian Valdemar Viking”.
It is a grand name indeed, combining the names of Great Danish Kings of Yore with a humble “Viking” tacked on at the end. This is what they do, the entire SAS fleet bearing the names of famous Scandinavian vikings from centuries past.
This particular one, OY-KBO, is an exception. Christian Valdemar is very much a living person, the son of the crown prince of Denmark. So technically not a viking, since the Danish royal family do little trading or pillaging, but tradition is tradition, I guess.
The livery of OY-KBO is a special edition, a retro livery from the 1960’s. Today the SAS fleet usually look like this:
And yes, this a Bombardier CRJ-900(ER). With the proud name Hardeknut Viking. In real life, Hardeknut was the king of Denmark from 1035, and later England as well. He was not a particularly great king. Maybe that’s why his name is on such a tiny plane. No Dreamliner for Hardeknut.
He probably shouldn’t have taxed the English so ruthlessly.