I live 70 miles from work, and when the van pool isn't running (weekends), I take the TD. Today, after going over the hill on the 138, heading to I-15, I was startled (understatement) by thunder, or so I thought. It kept going, and I finally saw the F-18 passing low and fast. I started to relax, when his partner came by, too. Startled? I almost had to clean my pants. After having spent the last 14 years helping to build them, once I got over the initial embarrassment, I was so proud to have been a part of the team that put them together.
