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din-of-hyrule:

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twirlfriend:

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knightoflodis:

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Dude

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He\u2019s just up there

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Story time about something similar, actually!

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I\u2019m a pilot, and thus like 85% of my friends are ALSO pilots and one of them is just this delightful older guy that named Bruce. Bruce is a man of simple pleasures, he likes mediocre bbq and to take his vintage J3 Piper Cub out like, every other week just to have the old girl not look so sad in the hangar. We also live about 30NM south of an air base and, according to him, there was a squad of fighter planes out and they wanted some guys to go up in their planes for intercept practice (with pay, obviously) so the guys could get real time practice looking for unfamiliar aircraft.

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Bruce, a man who doesn\u2019t need it but wants to say he flew with some fighter jets, takes them up on their offer and takes the old girl up for them. Now, if you\u2019re unfamiliar with a J3, this thing is slow as shit. Like, horrendously slow. And there was a decent headwind that day blowing in off the coast and Bruce gets the brilliant idea that he\u2019s going to do something they can\u2019t. So Bruce turns that old cub into the wind and just flies slow enough that he\u2019s genuinely flying BACKWARDS and the next thing he knows are these three jets screaming past him, wings wobbling something fierce as they\u2019re all about to stall, and the pilots yelling over the radio like\u00a0\u201cHow are you DOING THAT\u201d\u00a0

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He likes to say he owned the air force something awful that day.

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