Jets are hot. It’s a fact. I am like a schoolgirl as they fly bye, using the campus where I work as a landmark to bank and pass, repeatedly.
It’s increasingly difficult to conceal my squeals of excitement. Might need to change clothes….have some scrub pants in the office if I need.
Praying for no rain and a high ceiling for Sunday afternoon, I’ll miss the Saturday show. Some friends are getting married. It’s with many mixed emotions that I’ll go. That’s a different post.
For now I’ll enjoy the end of the summer sun, while the Angels do their banking runs overhead.
Yes, a wonderful lunch today, giddy over the jets flying overhead. I tried to snap a pic as they flew over in diamond formation right over my head. The image was lost in the trees. 😉
Muscle cars are probably the closest I’ll get to the cockpit of a jet…yet another post for another day. Fast muscle cars.
Hellcat vs F-16, for anyone who needs a power fix: