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09-24-06, 09:49 PM #1
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 is 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, snap 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."Molly Weasley makes Chuck Norris eat his vegetables.
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09-24-06, 10:07 PM #21*girl Guest
Two bags lol!!
I love it. I've always wanted to do that at least once.
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09-24-06, 11:57 PM #5
I saw "Milk Duds" in the title and thought it was from "Whose Line Is It Anyway" when they renamed bras "Milk Duds"
Damn, if this wasn't just as funny though.\\` ` ` ` < ` )___/\
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09-27-06, 10:22 PM #6
Gotta admit I LOVEEE milk duds!!
Oooooops, what were we talking about again??? LOL
10-03-06, 02:39 PM #7
Oh does that bring back memories.
On reading it, I had pure rivers of water streaming from my eyes from laughing so hard at that story. It brung back the memory of the one time I took a cross country hop on a F14. ( I had become ejection seat qualified just to be able to do this ) While I didn't Egress anything ( and it wasn't from the lack of him trying ) I did grey out a few times. Still, It was one the most fun things I have ever had with my clothes still on.
Would I go again?? Not a chance.
At my age, Some where along the line, Something told me it was not a good idea to put your arse above your head.
I try to remember that each time such a crazy idea comes to mind. (Cliff diving, Bungy jumping, Base jumping. )Master Mason 32º - Howard Lodge #69
Originally posted by SeriousStudent
"Granny wasn't always this smart. Once she played deaf to a cop, and got to ride the lightening. They didn't have those fancy phasers set on stun in my day. No sir, you took the barbs and did the kickin' chicken!"
10-03-06, 04:00 PM #8
And if you think that was fun; wait till some one asks you to try Mud Marine Recon training or even better Seal Hell Week.
They have fighter jocks for breakfast.
We are the thin blue line
and all the money in the world.
And no you can't have any.
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