Two Men, One Plane, and 64 Days of Sky

On the chilly morning of December 4, 1958, the sun climbed slowly over the Nevada desert, painting the tarmac at McCarran Airport gold and rose. Two men — Robert Timm and John Cook — stood beside a modest Cessna 172 named Hacienda. To a casual onlooker, it looked like just another plane, but what they were about to attempt was anything but ordinary.

Their goal: to fly non-stop, without landing, for as long as humanly and mechanically possible. What began as a publicity stunt for the Hacienda Hotel in Las Vegas would become an enduring feat of human endurance, engineering ingenuity, and sheer stubbornness — a record that would still stand, untouchable, more than sixty years later.


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The Dream That Took Flight

Robert Timm wasn’t just any pilot; he was a World War II bomber mechanic and slot machine technician, a man drawn equally to the mechanical and the improbable. When the Hacienda Hotel offered sponsorship, he saw more than advertising. He saw a shot at aviation immortality.

Together with John Cook, a soft-spoken pilot and family man, Timm spent months transforming the little Cessna into a sky-dwelling machine. They added an extra 95-gallon belly tank, removed paint to reduce weight, and installed a small platform where one could crawl back to catch a few moments of sleep. On paper, it sounded barely possible. In reality, it would stretch human endurance to its limits.


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Life at a Thousand Feet

They took off in the early morning light, leaving behind the comforting certainty of solid ground. From that moment, the air became their home. At an average cruising altitude of around 1,000 feet, they stayed low enough to avoid freezing temperatures and high winds, but high enough to keep a safe distance from the desert’s hazards.

The men quickly slipped into a strange rhythm: while one pilot flew, the other dozed fitfully on the small foam mat behind the seats. Meals were simple — sandwiches, canned soup, and the occasional hamburger hoisted up from a refueling truck below. A single sink in the cabin served as a wash basin.

Even small tasks became big challenges. Shaving required steady hands while turbulence jostled the plane. The drone of the engine became a lullaby and a torment, the ever-present soundtrack to their waking hours and half-sleep.


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Refueling: A Midair Ballet

Perhaps the most dangerous part of the flight wasn’t the flying itself but the refueling. Twice daily, the Hacienda would fly low over a stretch of highway south of Las Vegas, matching speeds with a refueling truck roaring along the desert road.

From the truck bed, a man would extend a long hose skyward. The pilots, with inches to spare, would lower the plane until they could grab the hose through the right-side cabin door, fill the belly tank, then top off the main tanks. Supplies — food, water, oil — were lifted up in buckets. One slip, one gust of wind, and the flight could have ended in disaster.

But day after day, they managed it. The desert highway became, quite literally, an endless runway.


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Beyond Exhaustion

As days stretched into weeks, the desert sun gave way to cold nights. Mechanical problems tested both the pilots and the little plane: a failing generator forced them to use a hand-cranked pump for fuel transfers. Cook once crawled out onto the plane’s small maintenance platform mid-flight to fix an oil leak.

The human challenges were just as severe. Exhaustion blurred the edges of reality. The men missed Christmas and New Year’s with their families. Tempers flared, but somehow they kept flying, driven by pride, purpose, and the knowledge that each dawn brought them closer to an unbreakable record.


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Touching Down — and History Made

Finally, on February 7, 1959 — after 64 days, 22 hours, 19 minutes, and 5 seconds in the air — the Hacienda touched down. Its tires, almost bald from endless land-hugging passes, kissed the runway for the first time in over two months.

They had flown more than 150,000 miles, enough to circle the Earth about six times. Timm and Cook stepped out into the desert sun, thin, unshaven, exhausted beyond measure, and utterly victorious.


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A Record That Still Stands

In the decades since, no one has broken — or seriously attempted to break — their record for manned, refueled flight endurance. Technology has advanced, and aviation has evolved, but the story of two men in a small Cessna remains untouched, a stubborn monument to what sheer willpower, teamwork, and a bit of madness can achieve.

Today, the faded Hacienda hangs in the McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas, a quiet reminder that sometimes the most extraordinary stories come not from high-tech marvels, but from ordinary people who dared to do something extraordinary.


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