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A Smashing Success

I miss going to Brasilia on Bidnezz.  The whole city is a post modernist showcase frozen in the 1960's, kinda eerie to go from one ministry building to another.  Everything is so sterile, it just creeps-you out.  But I'm glad that the Brazilian Air Force shook things up for a change.  Here they are doing some remodeling work on their National Supreme Court Building.



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You're right about the city - weirdness.  I spent a week there one weekend.  And our Brazilian army escorts said not to go out on the balcony or look out the windows of the hotel at night - the pimps would assume we were police and shoot at us.
 
 When I was a kid, there were few days that we did not hear a sonic boom. Things were a lot looser back then. Nowadays, a boom, in civvie areas, could get you grounded, at least, for a period, up to the loss of wings.
 
QM--seems like I heard one a few years ago; I think an F-15 turned too quickly. At least, the contrail was a J-hook. I can't remember if the window in the kitchen was all ready broken or not. And I sorta thought, "Uh-oh, somebody just got grounded." 
 
My travels to Brazil never took me inland, so I can't comment on Brasilia. 

During my high school years in Wyoming, we could almost set our watches by the boom of the SR71, right in the middle of afternoon Spanish class.  Not damaging, but enough that you could feel the floor move up and down.  We later learned the back story was that it had just finished topping off its tanks in air to air refueling somewhere over the mid-west and was accelerating and climbing back up to operating altitude.  At operating altitude, we wouldn't have been able to hear the boom.
 
I remember seeing contrails that moved about twice as fast as normal ones; figured out later that they were SR71's. Saw one land at Kingsley Field once, when I was working the gas pumps from the civil side of the ramp, he reportedly had a hydraulic problem over Eugene. He taxied in with the canopies open, I could see the 'space suits'. The Air Force tried to park it in the F101-size alert hangars, and deny it was there, but it stuck out both ends. We had a local aviation photographer in a wheelchair who heard the tower traffic on his radio from home, he made it to the airport about the time they were parking. He bailed out of his car in fron of our office, loaded all his camera gear on a tray across the arms of his wheelchair, stayed on the civil side of the yellow line on the ramp, and proceeded to outmanuever two pickup loads of AP's to get the pictures he wanted. 
 
I'm trying to place Kingsley Field. Klamath Falls? I used to know where all the AFBs were, but getting a bit long in the tooth and it's getting too far in the past.
   
B-52's headed to Vietnam taking off from March AFB... 
 
When you crack Mach 1 over the US, you fill out a "Boom Log"--basically, fessing up and hoping you didn't break anything, noting date, time, general location, altitude and what you were doing at the time. Normally, it's due to not watching what you're doing in a fight (pre-merge, positioning for an advantage...at the merge, you're well below Mach in a hurry). Same thing in an over-g...not uncommon for noobs who are fixated on the opposition's moves making the little meter go a tad over "too much."

Now...let's say you've temporarily forgotten what temperature and density altitude does to the speed of sound and on a fine, clear Spring day you are asked to do a fly-over and want to impress the crowds with a just-under-Mach high-speed pass...that "just-under" becomes "just-over."

That pretty much ended a Guardsman's F-105 career when he went over the Cadet Area during a noon meal formation (daily event, for the tourii), blowing out a few of the 10-foot tall windows in the academic building, among other things. Mach 1 at 8000 feet is a little easier to hit in a Thud than it is at sea level...much to his belated surprise. One of the guys in formation told me he knew something was up when his trouser legs suddenly shifted on his body just before the shock wave hit them and then shifted the opposite direction when the jet passed overhead. And of course that was followed by the rather impressive earth-shattering kaboom. The Blue Zoo denizens loved it. The brass...not so much. 
 
I remember that photographer. Dad (Manager of a local fixed base operation) borrowed one of his cameras and climbed the gas pumps to get pictures of the U-2 that dead sticked into Kingsley in February 1967. (www.airspacemag.com/military-aviation/Above_Beyond_I_Have_a_Flameout.html)

The picture shows a mob of Air Force guys trying to push the (then) secret plane from the runway into a hangar and away from prying eyes. Then the Air cops tried to get Dad to give up the camera and film but he'd already been running them ragged for years and they lost. Eventually, they even allowed the local paper to take one picture, and included a much sanitized story...

Fun times...
   
 The Panther has pretty much nailed what I remember about Sonic passes. I'd heard of one or two junior ossifers having to surrender their wings.

I had to reach back to boyhood days on KIngsley. Hadn't heard that name since I left Oregon in '66 when my father PCSed to Ramstein. Klamath Falls became the nearest active AFB to Adair after Portland closed. We'd have still had to go to McChord for an Air Force Hospital, however.
 
During a simulated airbase attack during wargames at Clark AB, PI, at least one fast mover went supersonic at low level over the base ('89).  Because of the number of planes overhead at that moment, the brass were never able to identify the guilty party.  There's definitely strength in numbers.  :)

We got a lot of the SR-71 sonic booms over southern Montana, too.

And saw lots of B-52s taking off from Guam in 67-68, too.  Ear-splitting, smoky beasts.