We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
If memory serves, the original B-29s had a number of glitches when first produced before they became the fabulous killing machines that they were. I especially like the plane's starring role in "Dr. Strangelove."
The B29 suffered mainly engine problems IIRC. It had Wright Cyclone R3350 engines, which were one of the less reliable engines of that era, and it continued throughout the engine's life. I flew R3350 powered Super Constellations in the '50s-60s and got a lot 3-engine landing practice. One was with two engines out. That's sporty. Later flew the DC-6 and C440 for several years, had one engine out landing, and it was a precautionary shutdown.
This is for the die hards:
I do wish this restoration could have been on Ultimate Restorations, one of my favorite TV shows. However I think it might be too new. I know I cried when they unveiled the restored 1924 Ahrens Fox Fire Truck from KCMO.
Off topic, but this does bring to mind the story of the B-24 Liberator. Willow Run, outside Detroit, produced a liberty bomber every hour. Ponder that, kids, and consider that all of that capacity and hard won "know how" is gone. That is scary.
I was lucky enough to see Doc's progress in Wichita three times. Two of those times were with my father while we attended the 73rd Bomb Wing reunions there. The last time was in 2015 and the volunteers were closing in on getting it all done. My father was a copilot on the B-29 V Square 26, flying 35 missions from Saipan. He arrived on Saipan in November 1944....a week before I was born. In the spring of 2013 he and I went to Saipan and it was a wonderful thing to share that with him. He passed away in September 2013 on his 93rd birthday. He loved planes and flying his entire life.