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Old 01-06-03, 00:42
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Default Article on flying in the back seat of an F14

This one has been doing the email rounds but in case you haven't seen it yet, I'll share it here. I had to wipe the tears from my eyes as I read it...


"This could be a warning.
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Below is an article written by Rick Reilly for Sports Illustrated. He details his experiences when given the opportunity to fly in an F-14
Tomcat

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Now this message for America's most famous athletes:
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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 .....
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Move to Guam. Change your name. Fake your own death. Whatever you do, DO
NOT GO!
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I know. The U.S. Navy invited me to try it. I was thrilled. I was
pumped. I was TOAST!
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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!
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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."
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Biff was to fly me in an F-14D Tomcat, a ridiculously powerful $60
million weapon with as much thrust as weight. 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.
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"Bananas," he said.
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"For the potassium?" I asked.
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"No," Biff said, "because they taste about the same coming up as they do
going down."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Unfortunately, the ride lasted 80.
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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.

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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.
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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.
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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.
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I wouldn't go up there again for Derek Jeter's black book, but I'm glad
Biff does every day, and for less money per year than a rookie reliever
makes in a home-stand.
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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.
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"What is it?" I asked.
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"Two Bags."
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