I flew years ago.
I was directed to "go ahead of" two A-10 Warthogs when I was taxiing into position at Glen L. Martin airport in Little River, MD.
I was told they'd take lots of time going over checklists.
Me and my 1957 era C-150 (in faded aquamarine blue -as ugly as a Chrysler product of the same era) creaked around the pair of Hogs.
I took off.
The Hogs must've been at the end of their checklist because as I was climbing to 3,000 feet (training altitude) the two of them bore up my rear end and flew maybe 10' over my head. I could feel my diminished lift. Since I wasn't forced into the ground by the man-made microburst afforded by the "Pair o' Pigs" I figured it was a practical joke they'd practiced lots of times.......hmmmm.
And that Avenger 30mm Gatling gun.....I want one for my car.