March 10, 2010
I’m a Dot

Four jets tight in formation flight, wings slicing cold high air. 500 knots nearing targets, time to split up. Lead calls “I’m a dot” and pulls hard high G left. In one second, he’s a dot; #2, #3 and #4 now all dots within seconds. It’s time to get down real low, to the treetops… later Bro.

Speedy relatives
Formation flight as one bird
Exhilarating fear