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I really want this book but the author is on crack trying to sell a book for this much. https://galleryonepublishing.com/sleddriver/

cool, but if pilots claim 125,000 feet, at what point is space? at what point is there no oxygen for the engines to burn and the motors cut out and either float up persay, or stall and fall until engines can be relit again? i guess i just wonder how high you can go until you run out of air to run the engines or loose gravity????
If I'm not mistaken Kelly was a student at the University of Michigan right?
I was laughing at the part where some cocky Marine was trying to pick up the F-117 on radar in the desert and was all smug when he saw it on his screen. Too bad it was the chase plane and the F-117 they were looking for was already quite a ways past their position. My dad was able to work on both the F-117 and SR-71 which is badass. To him they were just pain in the ass planes that broke down and needed parts though. If I'm not mistaken Kelly was a student at the University of Michigan right?
I love how the SR-71 was pretty much the first stealth plane but it went so fast and created so much heat everyone could see it anyway. Thousands of missiles fired at it and it outflew all of them. I really like this article about the plane from one of it's pilots. Here's a excerpt from it.
http://maggiesfarm.anotherdotcom.com/archives/7821-Major-Brian-Shul-I-loved-that-jet.html
One day, high above Arizona, we were monitoring the radio traffic of all the mortal airplanes below us. First, a Cessna pilot asked the air traffic controllers to check his ground speed. 'Ninety knots,' ATC replied. A twin Bonanza soon made the same request. 'One-twenty on the ground,' was the reply. To our surprise, a navy F-18 came over the radio with a ground speed check. I knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, he had a ground speed indicator in his cockpit, but he wanted to let all the bug-smashers in the valley know what real speed was 'Dusty 52, we show you at 525 on the ground,' ATC responded. The situation was too ripe. I heard the click of Walter's mike button in the rear seat. In his most innocent voice, Walter startled the controller by asking for a ground speed check from 81,000 feet, clearly above controlled airspace. In a cool, professional voice, the controller replied, 'Aspen 20, I show you at 1,742 knots on the ground.' We did not hear another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast.