![]() ![]() "Are you frightened, Miss Cobb, about trying to break the world record?" "How cold will it get up there?" "Why does a pretty young girl like you want to spend her time around the dirt and grime and noise of airplanes?" "What about boyfriends? Are you more afraid of dating than flying six miles up?" Cobb paused before answering and patiently tried to explain why flying was more important than anything else in her life. Cobb had trouble putting her thoughts into words and knew reporters found her not as quotable as they would like. ![]() She disliked all the attention and being forced to answer questions such as why she needed warm clothing for her attempt at a new altitude record. ![]() The shy, soft-spoken young pilot did not mind the heat nearly as much as she minded the reporters who crowded around her. Already the temperature on the airport tarmac that afternoon in June 1957 was a steamy ninety degrees. Jerrie Cobb reached down and pulled the heavy layers of arctic clothing over her navy blue linen dress. ![]()
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