Grand Prix drivers like to talk about the rubber they burn when drifting through a chicane. A steeplechase rider will verbally rebreak every bone in his body at the drop of a crop. But none of those dangers can hold a Band-Aid to the ones experienced routinely by the madmen of sporting masochism: racing pilots. Whipping airplanes around pylons mere yards above the deck is a sport so risky that it all but disappeared from the U.S. scene after famed Flyer Bill Odom crashed to his death in 1949. Since 1964 it has...
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