YUP ! Remembered so weird stories around back in the days of my mis-spent youth in the Oz army.
Dear old daddy was a Wing Commander in the Air Force. (purple orchards as we used to call those delicate, spoiled little flowers) He pulled several years posted in Washington DC as the Liaison Officer between the Oz Air Force and the USAF.
Some of the 'happenings' he and his friends used to talk about convinced me to keep both feet firmly on the ground ! Except when hitching a ride to play 'fly like and eagle'. (downwards - as in sky diving)
The old man could never work out why anyone would want to jump out of a "perfectly good aircraft" as he put it.
After the stories I'd grown up hearing, I always figured I was MUCH safer making my own way through the air under a canopy than inside one of those so-called 'perfectly good aircraft.
One of the interesting tales was of the wonderful U-2 beast. The early models, up into the early 1970's didn't have a real 'auto-pilot' as such.
Most of the flying was a 'hands on' affair.
Great fun when you consider that at it's operational altitude of 70,000ft. in that rarefied air, the difference between the U-2's maximum airspeed and it's stall (fall out of the sky without even being shot at) speed was a whole genuine 10 knots ! (19klm/per hour)
That's 19kph between risking ripping your wings off or stalling and falling out of the sky like a rock - thereby increasing your airspeed to the point where the wings got ripped off anyway.
The pilots of those things, and that other beast, (SR-71) from Kelly Johnson's SKUNK WORK'S, should have been awarded a medal for bravery every time they went up in those things in the early days.
Those guys REALLY where pilots ! The risks they took on every flight come under the 'change your underpants time' as far as I'm concerned.
Just my 2 cents worth.
Flip.
VAROOOOOOOOOOOOOM !