Have to love the blue and gold.
Let me tell you about the Pensacola Beach airshow, AKA Red, White and Blues Week. It rattles the bones.
You have acrobatics. You have biplanes. You have all kinds of crazy glider and paraglider stunts. You have over 245,000 people getting a sunburn as they stare skyward. And then… you have the Blue Angels.
I actually am most personally impressed by Fat Albert. It’s one thing to sling an F-18 Hornet through the sky. Putting a C-130 Hercules through some of the same steep climbs and acrobatics? Now, if I were a pilot, that’s the job I’d want!
But most people come for the fast planes. 🙂
The Blue Angels tear through the sky like a giant razor across blue canvas, sneaking up on the crowd, arcing high into the sky, swirling with colored contrails. They streak past each other by inches – quite literally inches, some maneuvers they’re barely 18″ apart. They fly as a stack of planes, all turning as one flashing sapphire of wings. And always, always, there is that bone-jarring shriek of engines, rattling your breastbone until you can barely feel your own heart beat.
It’s as close as I think you could come to the physical impact of anime mecha combat.
So. Blue and golds. 🙂 Now let me see if my bones will stop shaking….