You Just Do Not Pull The Throttle Wide Open And Jet Away. You Go Carefully Up To 41,000 Feet, Eschewing The Afterburner. You Are Stingy With Fuel, Because You Know You Will Need Every Drop. You Fly This 500 Kilo Triangular Course Above The Clouds, So You Rely Absolutely On Ground Radar. You Take Great Pains With Your Turns--Too Little Disqualifies You--Too Much Loses You The Race. You Streak Through The Finish Gate," Check Your Fuel Apprehensively, Reports A Few Gallons. Finally, You Taxi Up To A Small Group. Chuck Yeager's Grin Tell You: You Have Done It Again."