In 1992 here in Alaska I seriously considered flying, I logged only 7 hours when my regular instructor left and another was assigned to me, well she may have been blond but she used to fly in Alaska but had been living in Florida recently.
After our takeoff and our vector to what she thought was the pattern between Merril Field and nearby Elmendorf AFB is when things got interesting, I saw over my left shoulder and below as I was banking to the right what looked like a pair of darts coming after me, well apparently the pattern had changed and she did not know it and it really scared me to have what I think were a pair of F-16s passing by at a few hundred feet at full throttle. I never flew again, sold my com gear and gave up because of a bimbo instructer.
At the time we had F-4 Phantoms. They'd wake me up at 5:00 in the morning. I miss that.
Thanks for the ping, Aeronaut!