I miss my time flying. I was a Piper Cherokee fan. I will miss my days flying, but never forget them. I got pulled over (sort of) by an A-10 Warthog, shortly after 911, and the flying ban was lifted. I was flying under the hour "Juliet", when 5 minutes it changed to "Kilo", and a Notam was issued to stay out of the West Point area. When that jet was pulling up behind my, I thought the motor mount was broken, due to the vibration, when he pulled over to my left side and commanded me to switch to "Unicom", he asked me to "State my intention", I quickly replied, "To do whatever you tell me to do". he said, "Enter a 2 minute turn to a heading of 90 degrees @ 3000 feet. I did. He called the tower a Danbury Airport (DXR) and they verified I was legit. He told me what happened and to leave the area immediately, I thanked him and left. He could have made me fly to Stewart Air Force Base, but satisfied I was legit (he could also turn me into dust), he let me continue to fly, so I flew home, with sweat marks going all the way down to my blue jean pockets.
Those A10's look really really mean all loaded up, wheels up, and at the edge of your wing tip. That memory is seared into my Brain