I like discovering things, always. And being proved wrong, eh, sort of. But especially when determining that you were way, way off holds zero negative consequences for you.
So a while back I figured a random transport company was stripping a 737 for parts. This was based on extensive online research and photographic evidence that provides validation on why I’m not a detective.
Nope. In fact (even if their original plan was parts) they’ve decided to scrap it. So I was shocked when I drove by again on the way back to the airport to go home that there’s almost nothing left. And there’s a big trash container full of scrap metal. Enjoy it; you’ll be shaving with this former aircraft Circa 2017. Goodbye, little aircraft. I’m sure you flew well.
The Albatross is still there too; only they moved her closer to the fence. But still caged away in the desert. A long way from the ocean.
Please tell me which boneyard this Albatross is in, so I might possibly include in my tour of South-Western boneyards this May.
It’s across the street from the Hawthorne Hotel at El Paso Airport. I don’t know if it’s still there, I haven’t been to El Paso for work since November.