as a child of the 80's, top gun is my favorite movie. EVER. not so much for the sweaty beach bromance parts...more for the toys.
my life since watching that movie for the first time has been full of trying to live the lifestyle by getting my hands on and riding/driving as many motorcycles and classic porsches as humanly possible.
the one experience, however, that was sorely lacking in my life was flying a combat plane. i tried just about everything i could to approximate it: commercial flights, private jets, the concorde, even sky diving were let-downs. i even tried an introductory flight lesson on a cessna 152 at santa monica airport, and it was the biggest let-down of them all. as we were flying, the instructor kept gushing about how amazing the experience was, and all i kept thinking was "this feels like riding my lawnmower." =/
anyway, fast forward to this past weekend, when my awesome wifey surprised me with a birthday-gift-of-a-lifetime at air combat USA!!!
when you arrive you're greeted by the instructors. super down-to-earth guys. our lead instructor, callsign "monk," flies private aviation as his day job, and has over 17K hours logged. the other instructor, callsign "bluto," is a retired combat pilot and according to monk, a gen-u-wine war hero. =)
get geared up in a flight suit that looks legitimately hard-core, and classroom instruction begins, complete with learning combat maneuvers demonstrated by die-cast models of the same planes from top gun on sticks!! it's at this stage that the realization that ***I*** would be doing the maneuvering sinks in.
wait. WHAT?!?
you mean this isn't just some ride-along like every other "extreme" vehicular experience???? how is it even possible that my dumb, never-flown-before a$$ is going to be allowed to FLY the plane????? are you instructors NUTS?!?!?!
it was then that monk said the most mind-blowing thing i've ever heard: "there's nothing you can do up there that can hurt your instructor, or the plane."
(o.O)
and you know what? after flying with air combat USA, i'm starting to think he's right...
the classroom portion ends with getting your similarly legitimately hard-core-looking helmet and a safety briefing on your parachute (!!!), mae west, and how to handle jump landing into water vs. land. that's when sh*t starts to get very, very real.
we took off without event and flew in formation out off the coast of palos verdes where there's less air traffic. bluto, in my plane with me, actually let me fly the plane much of the way out to the dogfight area! gentle, smooth control of the stick is key. bluto handled all of the other controls, so that i could focus on not jamming my propeller into monk's lead plane.
once we got out to the dogfight area, they let me do a couple leisurely practice turns before setting up for the dogfight. monk was the bogie, and i had to use what (little) i learned in class to SLAM THE PLANE ONTO IT'S EDGE, DROP ALTITUDE AND GAIN AIRSPEED, LEVEL BACK OUT AND THEN PULL THE NOSE UP TO GET A LOCK ON MONK AND FIRE!!!!!!!
at least that's the way i was supposed to do it. instead, i timidly banked the plane to the right and actually lifted the nose instead of diving. basically doing the exact opposite, in slow motion. somehow, out of the goodness of his heart, monk brought his plane around so that i could shoot him, complete with cool sound effects and smoke!
for the start of the second dogfight, bluto guided the stick so that i could feel more of what it SHOULD be like, and the fights were ON!
6 dogfights later, i was dripping in sweat, wicked dry mouth from trying to not puke, pulled 4+ G's, absolutely amazed that i got to do all of those incredible acrobatic combat maneuvers and that we were still alive; but knowing that both the airplane and the instructors obviously thought that what was life-alteringly cool to me was just child's play to them.
and yet, surprisingly, even though i did stuff like pull the nose up so hard and fast trying to catch monk that we flew straight up, stalled to zero airspeed, flipped over, and dove straight back down to pick up airspeed...it wasn't so much scary as just sensory overload as your brain and body try to process all of the G forces and information. i was genuinely amazed that even though i had ZERO confidence in my own abilities, i had 100% confidence in the plane and instructors.
it really was the most intense experience i've ever had. three days later, i'm still going over the maneuvers in my head, thinking about what i did wrong and how to improve my flying...yeah, i think i've got the bug!!!
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