It’s the summer of 1986. You’re in your leather flight jacket, your hair slicked back, and a pair of aviators on. It’s the height of the Cold War, and the Ruskies are coming. But that’s why the U.S.A has you. You take off in your F-14 Tomcat and head into contested airspace. Then, two MiGs appear in the distance. They’re approaching fast, so you flip on your targeting system and greet ΄em with a missile lock. The drone of the lock sounds off like a siren, and the MiGs get the hint. They turn tail and run. Democracy is safe for at least one more day. Returning home victorious, you greet the flight crew: “Tower, this is Ghost Rider requesting a flyby.” As you speed in for a low altitude grazing, your arms outstretched like the wings of a jet fighter, your little sister screams out: “You’re not Tom... More >>>