One day I noticed that our airplane was being photographed by a man with a telephoto lens, who was about 10 feet away. Oh, did I mention we were airborne? We were.
We flew our aircraft as “two,” in formation with the “lead” aircraft, a Bonanza A36. I was “voluntold” by my fellow pilot to fly in the left-seat of “two” (our aircraft), since I had formation experience. (Never mind that it was in a T-38 back when we stayed within the confines of an MOA using Tacan radials, and all our gauges ran on steam. Yes, it was the Pleistocene Era. Or was it the Iron Age?)
