Two Highway Patrol Officers were conducting speeding enforcement on I-15, just north of Oceanside , San Diego , California .
One of the officers was using a hand held radar device to check speeding vehicles approaching the crest of a hill. The officers were suddenly surprised when the radar gun began reading 300 miles per hour and climbing.
The officer attempted to reset the radar gun, but it would not reset and then it suddenly turned off.
Just then a deafening roar over the treetops revealed that the radar had in fact locked on to a USMC F/A-18 Hornet which was engaged in a low flying exercise near this, it's home base location.
Back at the California Highway Patrol Headquarters the Patrol Captain fired off a complaint to the US Marine Corps. Base Commander for shutting down his equipment.
The reply came back in true USMC style:
'Thank you for your letter. You may be interested to know that the tactical computer in the Hornet had detected the presence of, and subsequently locked on to, your hostile radar equipment and automatically sent a jamming signal back to it, which is why it shut down. Furthermore, an Air-to-Ground missile aboard the fully armed aircraft had also automatically locked on to your equipment location. Fortunately, the Marine Pilot flying the Hornet recognized the situation for what it was, quickly responded to the missile system alert status and was able to override the automated defence system before the missile was launched to destroy the hostile radar position. The pilot suggests you cover your mouths when cussing at them, since the video systems on these jets are very high tech. Sergeant Johnson, the officer holding the radar gun, should get his dentist to check his left rear molar. It appears the filling is loose. Also, the snap is broken on his holster.' Semper Fi
My favorite story is about a female reporter admonishing a USMC General ( I believe ) for teaching kids in a young marines program marksmanship. " Giving these kids guns is like teaching them to be killers", generals reply," You have the equipment to be a prostitute but you're not". Semper Fi !
Actually the guy was being interviewd on NPR and I was listening to it.He had a camp for boys and she asked him the activities he had.When he mentioned shooting she interrupted and asked,"Isn't that dangerouse?"He explained that he had NRA trained instructors and the boys did not get to operate the weapons until they recieved proper instructions.That is when she asked,"Well aren't you equipping these boys to be killers?"He replied,"You are equipped to be a prostitute but you aren't one,are you?"There was a LONG pause(in which time I almost ran off the road)and then a short break
1988 I was riding my GSXR through Death Valley towards LA. It was 100 deg out and I was going about 100mph down the long, straight, endless valley road.
I noticed an F15 pass me far to my left at the rim of the valley. A minute later I noticed the same plane approach me and pass to my right, again far away. I maintained my speed.
The next minute I was surrounded by the roar of twin jet engines, which shook me and my bike, when the F15 strafed me about 100 feet above my head! The pilot pulled up hard right in front of me, and did the wing wiggle as he flew out of sight straight up and away.
He must have had me locked on target, just for sport and practice!
Hex, same thing has happened to me out there between Trona and Hwy 190, but with three F-16's. Two left and right super low, then holy crap one right above my head.
Did a wing wag then kicked it and he was gone. Did the same to my brother and his wife a couple miles ahead of me. That was a lot of fun.
I don't know if this story is true or not, but it's repeated often about an SR-71 crew.
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One day, high above Arizona, we were monitoring the radio traffic of all the mortal airplanes below us. First, a Cessna pilot asked the air traffic controllers to check his ground speed. 'Ninety knots,' ATC replied. A Bonanza soon made the same request. 'One-twenty on the ground,' was the reply. To our surprise, a navy F-18 came over the radio with a ground speed check. I knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, he had a ground speed indicator in his cockpit, but he wanted to let all the bug-smashers in the valley know what real speed was. 'Dusty 52, we show you at 620 on the ground,' ATC responded.
The situation was too ripe. I heard the click of Walt's mike button in the rear seat. In his most innocent voice, Walt startled the controller by asking for a ground speed check from 81,000 feet, clearly above controlled airspace. In a cool, professional voice, the controller replied, ' Aspen 20, I show you at 1,982 knots on the ground.' We did not hear another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast.
There's a road runs from Carlisle in N.W. England to Galashiels in Scotland the A7, at one point it runs for a few miles about halfway up the side of a valley. One day I was running along there yacking on the CB with another driver when we both nearly ran off the road as a RAF Tornado came belting past us at the same level we were. My mate gave various expletives over the air & I replied to watch out as his mate will be along in a minute as they always fly in pairs. The words were hardly out of my mouth when sure enough along came number 2 but even lower & much slower flaps & gear down he cruised by below us with the back-seater taking our pictures & waving at us. Then up went the gear & flaps, afterburners lit & he pulled up near vertical & shot off spiralling into the clouds. We both stopped at the next café & marvelled at how our taxes were being spent.