Imagine you're eating chips and soda in your air conditioned room- an alert sounds- You plummet down the hall and b-line for your flying dragon with your crew. The sirens wailing are almost drowned out by afterburner takeoffs in the background. Crew chiefs rip away at the quick release pitot tube covers while a nearby strat simultaneously ignites all eight engines. Look at all that dirty smoke, I wonder who's holding the mirror! The smell of JP-8 excites your lungs as you approach your station-doing your best to hold back a grin.