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Nerdy April’s Friday Top Five Ways To Impress Your Friends With CH-47 (Chinook Helicopter) Facts


I have spent many-a-blogpost recounting my tales of the experiences I am having with our “suped” up Blackhawk (such as this one, this one, and this one). But lately I have been working on a test plan for an upcoming test on a Chinook Helicopter. So, I thought it would be fun to provide you with some impressive facts about this [sometimes misunderstood] helicopter.


First things first, have you ever SEEN a Chinook? Ok, holy crap….they are huge.


Which brings me to number FIVE: Chinooks can carry military vehicles INTERNALLY! Wow! Since I couldn’t find an actual photograph of the military vehicles, this one will have to do…can’t get much more redneck than bringing the pace-car to a NASCAR race in a Chinook…classy!



Number FOUR: The Chinook is currently the U.S. Army’s fastest helicopter. Yes, I did type that right…fastest. Since the two rotors on top counter-rotate it eliminates the need for a tail rotor (which most other helicopters have). By eliminating this tail rotor the Chinook can use all of its power to create lift and thrust!


Number THREE: “Back in ‘Nam…” as the saying goes. Chinooks are one of the oldest military helicopters still in operation. In fact they were introduced in 1962…that’s nearly 50 years of active service!


Number TWO: Even NASA has one! Duh…everyone knows it’s the cool thing to do….why don’t you have one? They’re only $35 mil…psshhhh….


AND…..


Number ONE: Did you know you can knit a Chinook? AWWWWW….How Cute….A little knitted Chinook…Precious!!!! [This one’s for you mom ;-)]





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