What are yalls impressions on this one? Thinking about giving it ago to get ready for the DCS f-14
It is the best F-14 for FSX hands down. It’s still only an FSX F-14 though.
Model is good, front cockpit is beautiful. The RIO seat has maybe 1/5 of the switches usable. The AWG-9 simulation is alright, but is missing about 70% of actual functionality present in the real life TID, 90% for the DDD. Systems like the INS, DECM and SMS are only superficially modeled. Flight model’s decent for an FSX aircraft, it’s not as good as the VRS F/A-18E, and I’ve got serious reservations towards either end of the envelope.
All and all, if you want a tomcat and can’t wait for the DCS F-14, it’s probably worth your time, if nothing else to get familiar with the cockpit layout. For everything else, it’s better than nothing but I expect the DCS example to blow it away.
I can’t find any links in the OP so I have zero clue what the poster is talking about plus the grammar and spelling is atrocious.
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They are referring to the F-14 Extended from Aerosoft - which actually looks pretty nice
@near_blind’s pics are very good:
So I like the P3D lighting engine, and it’s been roughly twelve hours since I’ve directly referenced the F-14.
For viewing pleasure, my odyssey to Antarctica in the F-14B. I’ve got a large number of external and internal screens.
@TheAlmightySnark’s might want to avoid this post as it includes massive amounts of screens of awesome aircraft.
So what’s better than one aircraft that was retired a decade ago, from an Atlantic squadron, flying from a Pacific airfield?
Apparently the answer two.
My GIBbo and I stagger back through the gate of Panama Pacifico after a week well spent touring the finer, less fine, and down right unfine bars of Panama City with our intrepid tanker friends. I take comfort that A) The…
Myself and GIBBO watch as Klarsnow’s burner cans disappear into the evening haze. After a short while Gibbo suggests we avoid Ecuadoran airspace on the way back, just to be safe. I reply that I’ve seen enough to last me a life time if it comes to that, I’d just as soon not return.
While we chat, the weather over the Andes has worsened. Haze has thickened, as have the clouds as moist air tries mightily to lift itself over the massive impediment in its way. In the back of my head I hear …
…And so begins the boring flying.
The plan was direct to Easter Island, (or Isla de Pascua, or Rapa Nui), however as we were starting the jet, a Peruvian official ran out to greet us and explained a situation they were having.
Concerned locals had been reporting sightings of an unidentified aircraft along the coast near the town of Pisco. The FAP (lol, Peruvian Air Force) is up on staring angrily at a pissed of FAE (Ecuadoran Air Force, No Comment), and we happen to be the highest per…
South America is well and truly behind us, and we have entered the Tomcat’s natural habitat: open ocean.
We radioed a (mostly) correct report back to the Peruvians with regards to their mystery jet, and are now on a more or less direct course for Easter Island which is some 1,800 nautical miles distant. As is now the the routine, the tanker is some miles ahead of us, on the same track.
Gibbo and I make small talk to pass the time. We’re both in agreement the F-4 is a studly a…
“So him and her huh?” I ask before taking a sip of my coffee.
“All night.” Tanker Jock answers slowly. “Like freaking rabbits.”
I just nod, then take another sip.
Tanker Jock and I are standing on the tarmac of Mataveri International watching Tanker Co-Pilot and Gibbo embrace as if the world itself were about to end. Me personally? I don’t consider the KC-135 preflighting to be such a cataclysmic event, but it does invite a sort of melancholy. The ANG crew won’t be following us to the Antarct…
Well it’s been like three weeks. I should finally post my final leg.
Myself and Gibbs sit attached to the catapult on the Nimitz, waiting for the signal to take off. The weather has not improved in this part of the world, and we’re soaked after clambering up the tall side of our mighty cat. I’m moderately concerned, considering our destination, that it won’t dry before we get there. Hypothermia is a stupid way for a pilot to die. Making things worse are the poopy suits we’re now wearing, heavy …
I never understood the FM of this. I would continually get a pitch nose up and could never trim it off. It’s beautiful, but odd.