We have an Air Force base out here. It’s crazy to see one of those jets fly across the sky over your backyard. It never gets old.
On a related note—awhile back I was on a bike ride by the base on what I can only assume was training day for AWAC pilots. An AWAC plane came in low for a landing and was directly over my head when it hit the throttle to regain altitude. The sound was like a physical presence that knocked me off my bike. The pain of it was so intense that I think I clawed at the pavement trying to dig a hole to avoid it. It lasted for a few seconds but left me stunned for awhile.
I had a lot of friends who worked at the base and they weren’t impressed at all by my story. I guess it happens all the time.
Oh yeah, Kentucky. Yeah, we’re going to kill them.