When I was on detachment to an RAF aerodrome in Tchermany 20 years ago, along with our creaking old F4s there were also French Mirages and Uncle Spam's F-15s. One day we had a visit form a 'typical' French general who reckoned that he was a fighter pilot (probably used to fly Ouragons or Vautours or somesuch). The Spams offered him a trip in the back of a T-bird F-15, which he accepted. When they went to flying clothing, the Spams handed him a g-suit. With typical Gallic arrogance he announced "Non. Ah amm a fighter peelot. Ah do not need a g-suit!" The Spams asked him if he was certain, "Mais oui!" came the response. So the F-15 Detco tracked down his hardest-a$$ed pilot and said "Show the General what the F-15 can do!".
Apparently they launched in max AB and accelerated to warp several, whereupon the F-15 mate snapped to about 7g, spiralled upwards to flight level nosebleed, then came down again with idle power and full speedbrake before breaking into the circuit. Le General des grenouilles had slumped into his seat at the first 7g snap and had slept soundly throughout the rest of the trip! "How did you like the jet?" asked the Spams. "It was very...err, memorable" said the Frog as he staggered away to his colleagues!