What's it like to ride in a jet fighter???

[Mick]

Below is an article written a few years ago now 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 seriously broken.

 

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 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.

 

And 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 never thought would 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.'

 

 

[NWpilot]

HAHAHA, sounds like Two Bags had the ride of his life :)

 

 

[Guest Maj Millard]

Ol' twobags....love it.

 

I can somewhat relate to his experience having scored a couple of backseat rides in the Mirage 111D (dual, 77 Sqn) years ago. By no means as violent as the F14, the Mirage was pretty quick, and ocassionally violent, especially when you spent the majority of the ride at least 3 seconds behind what was happening. Nothing like being strapped tightly to an active ejection seat...and I do mean strapped !!............Maj...