R2508 - flying maintainers around in Death Valley on incentive flights while dodging the F-18's.

AK - days where McKinley and several other mountains would be peaking above the cloud deck, oh and star wars canyon (if you've flown through it, you know - watching the shadow of your jet on the rock wall moving at 500 knots)

First solo flight across the pacific ocean - very cool experience to hand fly for nine hours (autopilot is crap) and realize that you've just flown to another continent. (or when you don't quite make it all the way and end up on Wake!)

Nights - where you can see about a million stars / shooting stars, even more with the NVG's up in the 40's. That cool blue color that the tails light up with at night when you light the afterburners.

Aileron rolls in the cons, breaking the sound barrier (or double :-) for the first time, roll call, international airshows, BFM (dog-fighting) - the list goes on, but by far, the best part of the job is the guys you work with.

People say that your sense of smell is strongly tied to memory. To this day, that smell of JP8 shoots me back to the flight line, zipping the comfort zippers up on my g-suit before climbing up the ladder of that 20 ton jet, harness clinking and strapping yourself into the mighty mighty :-) Just thinking about it puts a smile on my face.