Martin / Swiss Mustangs
This most probably is 44-73849 that crashed in 1984 with pilot Jack Levine being killed - see case #22 ex N835J to N51JL Martin
i agree this is 44-73849 it crashed in New Haven MI. nov 17 1984.
My wife and I get a flight on this aircraft (N51JL). I met Jack at the State Michigan Police Post at Northville, MI where I was a sergeant. My wife and and I were both pilots. Dr. LaVigne told me that he would give both my wife and a "ride". I could not believe my good luck. My wife got the first first and left went from Pontiac for about a 20 minute flight. Jack then came back and came me from Pontiac to Canton Airport and back. Thrilling beyond belief. Jack was killed sometime later (with his secretary - but I am not totally sure of that). The accident took place around Grand Haven, Mich. Place coming out of a loop and hit a farm, shed, etc.
I knew "Doc" Jack Levine. He did crash near New Haven, Card road and 26 mile road. However he was not looping. He had his nurse with him. It was her first time in an airplane. Jack had a massive heart attack and crashed through a barn at in excess of 400MPH. There was very little left of him or the plane. I use to hang around Lycon Aviation with him where the plane was maintained. He also owned an F-( Panther jet that took ten years to restore.
This Was My father Dr. Jack N. Levine. I miss him dearly. he was a great pilot and new this plane well.
I dont recall that he had a Heart attack I thought the attopsy showed Nothing , But It has been a long time.
Rest in peace Daddy.
Does anyone have any Pictures of my Fathers P51 that I could get a copy of Please let my know.
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I have pictures of both planes they sit on my office desk at home.
Dr. Jack N Levine was my father and husband to my Mother, Adrianne Levine. My fondest memories of Dads 51 would obviously be flying with him in that tiny backseat but even more would have to be the summers with Mom, Kari and David at the Detroit Airshows as a young kid...Dad would fire up "toodie two" and instantly hundreds of patrons stopped and were captivated by the thundering rumble of that merlin rolls royce engine, peoples hats n blankets ripped away,red picket fencing blown away and then he'd taxi down the runway and that awesome n powerful tankbuster would take off and join the rest of the 'warbirds of america' planes in the skies above and simply leave you in awe! Missing my old man...Love You Dad, Don
I live close to the Oakland International Airport, so I often saw "Jack's TOOTIE III" in flight or on the ground. One day, Jack had just returned from a local flight and parked the airplane. I engaged him in conversation, and as "airplane people" so often do, we connected. Twenty minutes later I was in the back seat heading for Howell, for one of the greatest thrills of my life. Not long afterwards, I saw him at an air show, walking with your Mom. He turned to her and said, "This is one of the very few people who have flown in the back seat of my airplane". I was amazed that he remembered me. We had a number of brief conversations at Lycon afterwards, and I found him to be a very gregarious person who just loved to fly! He'd say, "I'm out here every Wednesday. Stop by and if I don't have someone in the back seat, we'll go flying". His death really saddened me. May he rest in Peace.
I have s few pics of jacks p-51, my dad was a dear friend (tom rawlings). I remember when it still named "late for dinner'
Ill get me your email and i can send them . also have pics of jack spanich's skyraider.
my dad still has his stearman. hes now 73 and quit flying last year.
Dave Levine: I have pictures of your father and the P-51 taken in 1976. E-mail me at email@example.com and I will happily share them with you.
i dont know what got me thinking about jack today but i worked for him as a podiatrist for several years and boy do i have the stories(good ones, crazy ones,lol)he was unforgetable,one of a kind, could bs with anyone .he took me for a ride once and while we up he said somethings wrong and we have to land. we landed at a small airport and of course he drew a crowd. turns out a small door came open under the plane and was vibrating. easy fix.Those landings were something especially with a crosswind with his feet mashing the rudders to keep us on the runway!I have fond memories of Jack and Adrienne as does my wife Deborah.Not too many people get to ride in a Mustang.cell phone 8436289797. By the way his nurse was Joan Rabacoff(sp?) she had 5 children , so sad !
I had the wonderful opportunity of a lifetime to take a ride in Dr. Levine's P-51. Not being a pilot but an enthusiast he was careful not to do acrobatics (probably did not want to have to clean any mess). I ended up "boarding" his aircraft as the engine was turning over (he had just taken someone else up for a ride and did not want to shut the engine off). I will never forget the best part of the ride was a "dive" he made on the airport runway leveling off not too far above the runway and them zooming up as if he was on the end of a strafing run. I was very distraught to read and learn of his death flying the plane he loved not too long after I went up with him out of Oakland Airport. Many thanks to him for the ride and especially for his Insurance Agent that arranged the ride for me. If you have some pictures of his plane I would appreciate receiving them from you.
To Dr Lavigne’s sons: I remember you!!!
My dad, Gary Sauer, commented above. He was spending a lot of time on the computer at that time making memory connections as he had JUST been diagnosed with brain Cancer and passed in 2007. I had JUST gotten back from Iraq for a week in July 2005 when I received a Red Cross message. The brain tumor had caused a stroke. He recovered from the stroke but not the cancer.
I too now have terminal cancer and I came across my dad’s post just on a whim after meeting two girls today who just lost their dad in a cessna crash this year on Feb 2nd. My dad, a Cessna pilot along with my mom, also died on Feb 2nd......
Then I Google my dads name and read about you losing your dad in a plane crash.
I’m SO SO SORRY!
I’m not sure if you would remember meeting us. I was about 9 at the time. My brother Damon and my sister Jessica were older. We only met once. I remember your dads curly hair and flashy rings. I remember we hung out somewhere briefly.