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And Then There Was the Afternoon In Which I Fell Out of the Sky in a Fighter Jet (via The Loop / Golf Digest)

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The Loop / Golf Digest — Mark “Crunchy” Burgess is not the thick, beefy, Iceman-type of fighter pilot who spends his time promoting his upper-body definition and flight hours. He’s methodical and quiet — often pinpoint — in his words, manners and speech. The kind of guy to sit, arms folded, listening to a debate or a monologue or a branch-superiority battle unfold until finding the perfect moment to jump in and dismantle everything and everyone around him with precision, and physics, and the assured, unforced calm that comes with craft mastery. Crunchy has nearly 4,000 flying hours to his name. Upon my arrival at the NAS Oceana Air Base for a test flight in mid-September, my count was precisely 4,000 less.

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Crunchy — no one calls him anything else, and I didn’t even know how to pronounce his last name until 20 minutes before I left — is a retired Navy lieutenant commander and the lead pilot with the Warrior Flight Team, an all-volunteer charity organization that raises funds for wounded vets partly by taking hopelessly green writers up in flights that they inexplicably call “VIP rides.” (On a master jet base populated by active-duty servicemen and women, my VIP status is basically rock bottom.) My flight was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to spin space, to actually no-shit-for-real-aileron-roll-a-jet, to fly a fighter for about 30 exhilarating seconds. For these men and women, this was a pretty routine Friday.

The full and slightly vomitous story over at The Loop / Golf Digest.

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Air shows: The last safe place in America to play songs off of whatever the Def Leppard CD after “Hysteria” was

I was once on a 727 from Indianapolis to Raleigh-Durham that did this exact same thing

GateHouse — Having just returned from an Air Show — I can prove it, see look, my hat still smells like a Harrier — I can report with great certainty that American air shows are basically NASCAR events situated vertically, with somewhat fewer people named Kvapil.

This is because, first and foremost, they are awesome. I don’t mean they’re awesome like I’m a huge follower of NASCAR — in fact, all I know is that basically everything is won by Kyle Busch and Tony Stewart and Home Depot broke up recently, possibly over sheet rock — or that I’m planning to become a full on funnel-cake-and-camouflage-t-shirt rocking Blue Angels nerdface. I mean awesome in the sense that air shows are free, they feature loud planes doing bitchin’ things and they allow you to drink beer on a Marine base. What a country.

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Def Leppard – Let’s Get Rocked

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