I went flying with Becca and Jose on Sunday, and as we entered the pattern for landing back at Pearland, five WWII-era warbirds showed up for a landing as well! As Jose tried to land the plane with warbirds breathing down his neck, I snapped a bunch of crappy photos that didn't really do justice to the feeling that we were under attack! We'd barely cleared the runway when they came zooming in behind us. It was really cool.