Reminds me of a story told by a local retired Bird Colonel.

He had been flying as a fighter pilot in California and was
re-stationed in Texas. It was 1956 or so and he was on the road in
his '50' Chevy going through a small town in New Mexico. The cops had
a speed trap set outside of town and they got him good. They dragged
him right into the kangaroo court room instead of writing him a ticket
and letting him go. Evidently in those days many people didn't pay if
you let them go.

So, he's in front of the judge and gets fined a hearty amount, more
than he had on hand. The judge told him he was going to put him in
jail for two days. The young Major couldn't afford to be locked up
because he had to make it to Lackland AFB or Shepard, can't remember
which. The Judge locked him up anyway.

Two days later he reported to the flight line in Texas and was given
grace for being AWOL. He was assigned an F-86. He told me he asked
his crew chief to strip it down and make it clean. They topped it
with all the gas they could get in it. He got in and went to
something like 35,000 feet over that little ass-wipe city in New
Mexico. He put the F-86 in a 90 degree dive over the courthouse. By
about the time he got to 15,000 feet he was just supersonic. He said
that he started his pull out at 10,000 feet and just barely made it
back to horizontal before he hit the ground (his story).

That weekend he got a newspaper from the little ass-wipe city and it
said that all the windows in the courthouse had been broken and many
in the automobiles parked around the building, plus many of the houses
in town. The locals were conducting some survey to try and find out
who did it, but they never got him. He said he flew away on the deck
and landed back in Texas a few hundred miles away. The city town-folk
never had a clue who did it.

BWB