Saturday, August 23, 2008

Air (mother-fucking) Show

Across the aisle from me

Say what you will, I love the air show. The girlfriend had never been privy to such a deceleration of Boys and their Toys.

To make up for the years of lost opportunities to see jet airplanes and rocket-powered things (not to mention an ungodly array of Patriotic ass-kicking music) I took her up in one of said air planes to watch the U.S. Army's Golden Knights jump out of a perfectly good plane at 12,500 feet in the air.

Not a bad view

Keep in mind, to accommodate the jumpers, the Army's plane has two giant open doors at the back of the plane that never close. From take off to landing, I could dangle my legs out the back of the plane.

Getting the window seat with these guys is actually a little dangerous.

He really wanted that exit row seat

After the crew evacuated the plane, the pilot then pointed the nose of the plane directly down and sent us into a controlled spin toward the ground (i.e. Death Spiral). He seemed to be trying to race the jumpers to the airport below.

At one point I asked the captian to level the plane out for a few seconds otherwise I might have lost my crackers. And with two gaping open windows at the back, said crackers would have ended up all over the place. The captain was more than happy to oblige.

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