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One of these types of flyers was at an air show last summer in my hometown. Did a hammerhead stall and never recovered, went in right across the runway from the crowded stands.

My co worker's daughter was traumatized for weeks[:/]
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Simply badass......

I always thought it would be fun to go for a ride in a high performance aircraft like that, or maybe even a fighter jet - then I read this :D:D:D

Below is an article written by Rick Reilly of Sports Illustrated. He
details his experiences when given the opportunity to fly in a
F-14 Tomcat. If you aren't laughing out loud by the time you get to
"Milk Duds," your sense of humor is broken...

"Now this message for America's most famous athletes: Someday you
may be invited to fly in the back-seat of one of your country's
most powerful fighter jets. Many of you already have -- John
Elway, John Stockton, Tiger Woods to name a few. If you get this
opportunity, let me urge you, with the greatest sincerity ...
Move to Guam. Change your name. Fake your own death! ...
Whatever you do, do not go.

I know. The U.S. Navy invited me to try it. I was thrilled. I was
pumped. I was toast! I should've known when they told me my pilot
would be Chip (Biff) King of Fighter Squadron 213 at Naval Air
Station Oceana in Virginia Beach.

Whatever you're thinking a Top Gun named Chip (Biff) King looks
like, triple it. He's about six-foot, tan, ice-blue eyes, wavy
surfer hair, finger-crippling handshake -- the kind of man who
wrestles dyspeptic alligators in his leisure time. If you see this
man, run the other way. Fast.

Biff King was born to fly. His father, Jack King, was for years
the voice of NASA missions. ("T-minus 15 seconds and counting ..."
Remember?) Chip would charge neighborhood kids a quarter each to
hear his dad. Jack would wake up from naps surrounded by nine-year-
olds waiting for him to say, "We have a liftoff."

Biff was to fly me in an F-14D Tomcat, a ridiculously powerful $60
million weapon with nearly as much thrust as weight, not unlike
Colin Montgomerie. I was worried about getting airsick, so the
night before the flight I asked Biff if there was something I
should eat the next morning.

"Bananas," he said. "For the potassium?" I asked. "No," Biff said,
"because they taste about the same coming up as they do going down."

The next morning, out on the tarmac, I had on my flight suit with
my name sewn over the left breast. (No call sign -- like Crash or
Sticky or Leadfoot -- but, still, very cool.) I carried my helmet
in the crook of my arm, as Biff had instructed. If ever in my life
I had a chance to nail Nicole Kidman, this was it.

A fighter pilot named Psycho gave me a safety briefing and then
fastened me into my ejection seat, which, when employed, would
"egress" me out of the plane at such a velocity that I would be
immediately knocked unconscious.

Just as I was thinking about aborting the flight, the canopy closed
over me, and Biff gave the ground crew a thumbs-up. In minutes we
were firing nose up at 600 mph. We leveled out and then canopy-
rolled over another F-14.

Those 20 minutes were the rush of my life. Unfortunately, the ride
lasted 80. It was like being on the roller coaster at Six Flags Over
Hell. Only without rails. We did barrel rolls, sap rolls, loops,
yanks and banks. We dived, rose and dived again, sometimes with
a vertical velocity of 10,000 feet per minute. We chased another
F-14, and it chased us. We broke the speed of sound. Sea was sky and
sky was sea. Flying at 200 feet we did 90-degree turns at 550 mph,
creating a G force of 6.5, which is to say I felt as if 6.5 times
my body weight was smashing against me, thereby approximating life
as Mrs. Colin Montgomerie.

And I egressed the bananas. I egressed the pizza from the night
before. And the lunch before that. I egressed a box of Milk Duds
from the sixth grade. I made Linda Blair look polite. Because
of the G's, I was egressing stuff that did not even want to be
egressed. I went through not one airsick bag, but two.

Biff said I passed out. Twice. I was coated in sweat. At one point,
as we were coming in upside down in a banked curve on a mock bombing
target and the G's were flattening me like a tortilla and I was
in and out of consciousness, I realized I was the first person in
history to throw down.

I used to know cool. Cool was Elway throwing a touchdown pass, or
Norman making a five-iron bite. But now I really know cool. Cool is
guys like Biff, men with cast-iron stomachs and freon nerves. I
wouldn't go up there again for Derek Jeter's black book, but
I'm glad Biff does every day, and for less a year than a rookie
reliever makes in a home stand.

A week later, when the spins finally stopped, Biff called. He said
he and the fighters had the perfect call sign for me. Said he'd
send it on a patch for my flight suit.

What is it? I asked.

"Two Bags."






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I was offered a ride in a F-16...I was out doing promo's at an airshow for the DZ I jump at. I was checkin out the different aircraft back where all the pilots hang out and get ready to fly, just as a couple F16's did a pass. This guy(HOT-TIE!!) introduced himself to me (after talking about why I was there; skydiving stuff; aviation convo; etc) he asked if I had ever been in one (F16). I told him no and he then told me to come back later once things slowed down and he'd take me up..he actually flew them! Well, it got too hot outside and I left mid afternoon without even saying goodbye to him...just left...lol

For some reason, when I got back to the DZ, everyone was telling me I passed up the chance of a lifetime....naaaaaaa...I'll go back next year ;)

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For a ride in an F-16!!!!!

I'd almost go out with the guy. :P:D

Jeez, Amanduh, you shouldn't have blown that guy off. :S



Uhhh...yeah. Go for it dude. In the back of my mind I was thinking "uhh...what will I have to do after the ride?" Dont think so...I'll pass! lol

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Svetlana Kapanina (Russia) in Su-31 & Peter Beseney (Hungary) in Extra 300! Masters of the flying art. Fantastic!


HA! I love the name Svetlana (ever since I was in Sarajevo.)
Yet ANOTHER hottie/pilot. We have a few Hottie/pilots here as well.:)
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Admit it Amanduh: YOU ARE A CHICKIN!!!! BAWK BAWK BAWK!!

Like the sucker I am I did it on a dare:

I went in an aerobatic plane once and it was freakin fun....funnny, then ummm I wanted a cold wash cloth, a bag, and a pillowB| The loops, hammerheads, barrel rolls were amazing - I lasted a while (30 mins), but almost didn't make it down to the ground without barfing.

The video was good, but brought back pukie memories.:P

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I told him no and he then told me to come back later once things slowed down and he'd take me up..



tisk, tisk, tisk......poor_poor_amanda.......Let me spell it out for ya my friend...:P

GUL-LI-BLE

I can bet he would have taken you up on something, but it wouldn't have been an F-16!!!! Bwahaaaa!!!!!!!!!

Hi girly!

Buck


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