This opened the show. Fitting for the day before Veteran's Day I thought. Tadpole, two questions: was this one of your guys and how do they keep that monster flag from dragging on the ground when he lands?

The radome sees all. You KNOW you are being watched...

Across the airfield, I spot an old friend from the early '70's. The B-ONE was the first airplane I got to know on paper before it was built when I worked at Rockwell on her various pieces. I saw the first wing pivot pin installed amid a cloud of evaporating liquid gas.

I spent a long time trying to figure out how that landing gear folded up into that little biddy space. The vector diagrams of the loads in all those pivots and links kept me awake at night.

She picked up her skirts and put on a show for the visitors



The F-86 is my favorite of the early jets

pull UP....pull UP...


Then they rolled out the big iron. Some F-16's and F-15 E's.

This one is doing the final "remove before flight" pin checks. I think I now understand how those heat seeker missiles work.

Two F-16 "aggressors" attack while being pursued by an F-15E. They drop flares to spoof the heat seekers and then proceed to do some 300-400 knot 360's within the airfield boundaries and BELOW the top of the control tower. Some might call it reckless. I just called it freaking awesome!


You can run little guy...

...but you can't hide...

The crown jewel was the F-22 Raptor. Seems like once the F-22 pilots got over the death-by-inflatable-vest problem, they have grown very comfortable flying the beast. They were doing things that kept me saying "You can't DO that in an airplane." Of course, having 70,000 lbs of thrust available gives you some leeway, but hovering in a vertical attitude and then SLOWLY tail-sliding backwards a few hundred feet.... then pivoting through 90 degrees of azimuth and roaring away? I am convinced there is some Area 51 reversed engineering of our alien visitors at work here.



...and look... it blends right in with other airplanes so you hardly know it's there...


A nice piece of kit.

After that, the Thunderbirds were almost anticlimactic but still impressive. Wheels up!





All together, a great way to spend a day (and a huge pile of taxpayer dollars). At least I got some visible benefit from the expenditure. Now a confession: I didn't eat, drink or pee all day... just stood for hours by the fence in case I missed some "action". If that sounds like a hard core addict, well, it is what it is. Admitting you have a problem is step one.
My apologies for lack of backcountry stuff, but we addicts don't give a sh*t about other people's feelings.
