Out in the midle of nowhere in Spamland, we were flying our Vulcan on one of the low level 'Olive Branch' routes. Ahead, just right of track we saw a typical redneck pick up truck (roof spotlights, shotgun rack, CB aerial, one eyed dog and probably a dribbling inbred called Billy Bob drinking moonshine from a jam jar...you know the sort of thing!). It was going the same way as us on one of those long dusty tracks you see in the US. Too good an opportunity to miss; we jinked right a tad and descended......err, a bit. Then flew right over the top applying max chat as we did so......
No doubt there's someone in Kansas still talking about the mysterious UFO which appeared from nowhere that day!