I was flying with our squadron commander one day. He was in the front seat, and I was in the back (T-38A). I didn’t have a great deal of respect for him; he was a “reg reader.” A “matrix colonel.” This is a guy who doesn’t lead but manages. When faced with a situation these guys will seek our the appropriate matrix, in the applicable regulation and chase through for the solution. That was Bob. Very short on ‘common sense.’
Anyway I digress. This one particular day I made the full stop landing. Upon touchdown I was on speed and transitioned right into a full aerobrake, about 12 degrees nose high. Sweet! Upon passing 100 knots I released the back stick pressure and lowered the nose to the runway.
As we slowed I installed the (ejection) seat pins as I was inclined to do, then undid my lap belt and shoulder harness. Upon hearing the buckles rattle about ‘Col. Bob’ asked, “Is that legal Bob?”
“No Sir, ” I replied.
“I just wanted to make sure you knew,” he said.
“Asshole,” I thought to myself. I just wanted to make sure I knew….