We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Did that in an empty, min fuel C-130E 50+ years ago after giving a guy a check ride at Hunter AFB, GA, to demonstrate a max effort takeoff. (We were stationed at Charleston AFB, SC). After leveling and turning out of traffic, the tower called and said we'd turned out before clearing the end of the runway (12,000' IIRC). I replied, "We went out through the top of your control zone". (That airport control zone had a ceiling of 2500' IIRC.)
Woo-hoo! I remember the Soviets had a jet fighter nicknamed the "Cobra" that had enough power to climb straight up like a rocket. But it probably didn't use french fry grease for full, like the Boeing.