I wish they had been mass produced more....then we would have some spares right now, instead of 6-8k hr jets that need new center barrels and high flight hour waivers. But out of curiousity, what makes the Tomcat more desireable to you than a Hornet or Viper? I always loved the Tomcat, but I'd much rather have my Hornet or someone else's Viper than an F-14 from a practical standpoint.
Outside of it just being more badass, you mean?
I like its stance. I like the way it looks super mean and aggro sitting on the flight line. I think that the way it squatted when it was getting shot off the cat is stuff legends are made of. Coming into the tanker, it looked ferocious.
Mostly, it's sentimental with the Tomcat... I remember seeing Top Gun in the theatres. I saw it somewhere in the 5 or 6 times ballpark. I had never seen a Tomcat up close at that point in my life, but I knew, it would be my goal in life to get up close to one.
We went to Miramar the following summer while we were vacationing for the summer in Mission. I told my parents, "I'll be right back", and went over to the hanger that said "TOP GUN" on it, and looked inside. There in all of their broken down, panels removed, engines in full display was the F-14 Tomcat. Back then there were no ropes, no MPs, etc. I walked right up to the VF-1 CAG bird, and just stared at it. I was in awe of the size, the presence, and the engines. I was young, 11 or 12 at the time, so you can imagine the scale. A group of pilots were walking back to the squadron, and watched me as I stared at this airplane. I got nervous, like I was in trouble, and started to walk away, but they stopped me, and one of them took me around the airplane, and put me in the cockpit. He spent TIME taking me around the airplane, showing me as much as I wanted to see, and answered every question my wildly curious mind could muster about the airplane. It was one of those life changing events. He didn't have to do that, but he did and it fueled the dream. Unfortunate life circumstances prevented me from making that dream a reality, but it served to motivate me, and missing that opportunity made me swear to myself that I would never fail at anything I set my mind to ever again, and I wouldn't let anyone tell me that I couldn't do something.
I had my name called over the loudspeaker and was told to report to the lost child area that day, but I been changed, and my parents would have never understood what had just happened in my little soul. The ride back to the house at Mission had me smiling ear to ear, and I couldn't have cared less that I couldn't go to the beach when we got home.
I saw VANDY1 fly into Mirimar that summer, or the following summer, and she was pure sex.
That I got to photo Vargas as she departed NMM to DM and AMARC with her jet was one of the moments that made me think that I had "done it". Like I had accomplished something on my own, with people supporting me. Like I had come full circle, back to being 12, and was just a kid with a dream. I was a newly minted local controller as an E5, on my 1st duty station, taking pictures of the airplane that fueled the dream. Sorta surreal.