That is at Willow Springs Raceway where my shop is. I heard the pops, but they hadn't notified the sheriff and within minutes the cops were flying by my place and up to the track.
Never roasted weenies, but back in the OCIR days we would go out behind the fence behind staging, and climb up when the jets were running and it was so cool to look down inside the engine where the afterburners were on. Later at LACR we would stand behind them against the fence and watch. I always said if you came home from a jet show and didn't reek of kerosene you didn't really see the show.
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