In 1957 we were stationed at Ramey AFB, Puerto Rico. It was a great assignment for me. As a kid (11, 12 and 13) I had the ‘run of the base,’ we all did. I had a Schwinn (wide-tire) bicycle, and I rode it all over that base.
When I first got to Ramey they had B-36s assigned.
These were huge airplanes! 10 engines; 6 props and 4 jets. The wingspan of the B-36 was 230 feet.
One day I was riding along the flight line when I saw a B-36 parked with the engines running. I didn’t think much about it as I rode behind it. However, when I got about half way across behind it, the pilot added power to taxi. Holy Crap! I immediately left my bike and became airborne! And it didn’t seem like he added much power… off I went!
Never did that again…