You know what? I was nervous before I even touched the ladder. Hot Florida sun. Jet fuel in the air. The F-15EX stood there like a muscle car with wings. Big shoulders. No fluff. I could feel it in my chest before it even started.
The Setup: Brief, Suit, Sweat
I was at Eglin Air Force Base for a media flight. I sat in the back seat with a test pilot up front. We did a short sim run first. That helped. The cockpit steps made sense. The crew walked me through the G-suit, the mask, and the “don’t-touch-that” stuff.
If you want the full blow-by-blow on how it feels to gear up, my expanded trip report, I Rode in the F-15EX—Here’s What It Really Felt Like, goes even deeper into the prep and nerves.
The G-suit squeezed my legs and belly. It’s like a smart hug that keeps you from passing out. Not comfy, but needed. I wore a JHMCS helmet. Heavy, but very cool. My Garmin watch buzzed; my heart rate was already high, and we were still on the ground. Great.
Climbing In: Big Screen, Big View
The cockpit felt modern, not cramped. The big touch screen in front of me looked like a huge tablet. Clear. Bright.
That ‘one panel to rule them all’ approach—essentially a large, modern cockpit display that fuses data streams—is highlighted in an avionics overview from Military & Aerospace Electronics.
I could split it up for map, radar, and system pages. Even with gloves, taps worked. Sometimes bumpy air made my finger miss, but I learned to anchor my wrist.
The canopy view? Wild. It felt like sitting under a bubble. The switches on the throttle and stick—HOTAS—were right where my hands wanted them. I didn’t need to hunt. That calmed me down.
Takeoff: Like Getting Pushed by a House
We lined up. The pilot said, “Ready?” I said a shaky “Yep.” The twin GE engines roared, and we shot forward. My back pressed hard into the seat. Quick roll. Wheels up. The jet felt eager—like it wanted to run. Smooth, though. Not twitchy.
Radio chatter crackled. Calm voices. We climbed out over the Gulf test area. My mask hissed with each breath. I watched the flight page. Numbers jumped. My watch hit 160 bpm. I laughed in the mask. Nervous laugh.
Exactly how those numbers stack up against other jets is a rabbit hole—my earlier backseat math dive, How Fast Is a Fighter Jet Really?, breaks down what “fast” looks like on average.
First Moves: Smooth Hands, Big Muscle
We did gentle turns first. The jet held its line like it was on rails. Fly-by-wire felt clean. No fuss. I got a few seconds on the stick. Small inputs did a lot. I was careful. I didn’t want to be “that passenger.”
Among all the fighters I’ve sampled, agility varies wildly; I compared them in detail in I Flew in These Fighter Jets—Here’s Which One Felt the Most Agile.
Then came a sharper pull. The G-suit squeezed. My cheeks felt heavy. The pilot coached me: “Breath. Tighten. Short, sharp.” I did the anti-G breaths like we practiced. It worked. Barely. I saw the edge of gray, then it faded. I won’t lie—I loved it and hated it at the same time.
The Big Show: Vertical and Rejoin
We popped up into a steep climb. My brain lagged behind my body for a second. Noise, then quiet, then noise again. Another F-15EX joined on our wing. It sat there steady, like it was painted on the sky. We did a few checks. I watched the radar screen sweep and the big display stitch data in a way that made sense fast.
EPAWSS, the jet’s smart shield, ran in the background. The system—officially called the Eagle Passive Active Warning Survivability System—lets the jet detect, identify, and counter threats even in nasty electronic environments. I couldn’t “see” it work, but the pilot explained how it listens and protects. It felt good knowing it was there, like a goalie you trust. If you're hungry for a deep-dive on the jet’s specs and combat record, Air-Attack.com keeps an updated dossier that’s worth bookmarking.
Human Stuff: Sweat, Smiles, and One Loose Penny
My glove slipped once and tapped the wrong tile. No drama. Quick fix. The mask left deep lines on my face. I could taste salt from sweat. The seat is firm on purpose, not plush. After a while, my lower back complained. Also, one penny in my pocket floated up a bit in a push-over and then thunked back down. It startled me. I chuckled. The pilot did too.
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Landing: The Hard Part Looks Easy
We came back for pattern work. The pilot’s hands barely moved. Throttle whispers. Small stick nudges. The touchdown felt quick and honest. No bounce. Brakes on. Canopy open. Hot air rushed in. The ramp smelled like burnt rubber and hope. I know that sounds corny. It’s true.
What I Liked
- That big display: fast to read, easy to split, bright in sun
- View outside: huge bubble, great feel for speed and space
- Power on tap: takeoff punch, smooth in turns, no drama
- HOTAS: thumb never got lost; less head-down time
- Crew flow: the team moved like a pit crew with jokes
What Bugged Me (A Little)
- Heat on the ramp is no joke; the helmet felt heavy by minute ten
- Touch screen taps can miss in bumps; brace your hand
- G-suit “bite” leaves marks; you’ll feel it later
- The seat is firm; fine for work, not a couch
- It’s loud; the mask helps, but you’ll be tired
A Quick Shout to the Ground Team
I watched the maintainers do a post-flight. Panels opened fast. Tools laid out neat. One tech checked data on a tablet and called a number before I could jot a note. They teased the pilot about “using all the gas.” It felt like family. I like seeing that.
Safety Note
This jet is a weapon system. It’s not a toy. I rode as a guest with pros. We followed strict rules. If you ever get a backseat chance, listen, hydrate, and don’t skip breakfast. Ginger chews helped me more than I want to admit.
Final Take
The F-15EX is a big, confident bird. It hits hard, but it’s gentle when you ask. The tech helps, but it doesn’t get in the way. It felt like a classic fighter that learned new tricks and kept its soul.
Would I go again? Tomorrow. My neck might complain. My heart would say yes before my mouth did. And I’d bring two pennies—just to see if they dance the same way.