4 different UFOs. Perceived through a hunch?

I'm a freelance artist. Been living here for 30 years. A few military installations are nearby. Lots of C-130s. Back in '92, there was a mass sighting in my county. A police chase was the focal point of it.
In the afternoon preceding these events, I was outside doing chores and having a smoke. The wind was powerful and was blowing a range of clouds all about. There's a clearing across from my home, andI was admiring the way the shadows were moving. Then, the shadows parted in such a way that it looked manufactured. I thought to myself, "Man, seems like good cover for UFOs n such." when the weather is wild.
I went out to have a cigarette later that day. Facing North, I see some sort of aircraft rising at a steep angle, obscured by what trees remain from the housing developments. It turns left, heading south. It remained hard to make out until it passed out of my periphery; lots of trees. It was indeed triangular in shape. No sound, no lights, same color as the sky. A mix of streetlights and moonlight. Crystal clear night.
I went inside to get mittens and returned moments later. I lit another cigarette and gazed up at a satellite that happened to cut right along my roofline. Totally normal, save for the orange ball bouncing about it. It felt playful; mocking the satellite it seemed.
Those two events took about 20 minutes. No more than 10 more minutes pass when I see a brilliant white light coming from the East way above me heading West. Then, it dropped suddenly, hundreds if not thousands of feet until it was tugged back upwards, as if on a fishing line. It began to bob and drift out in front of me(facing North). It was triangular in form, one prominent strobing light on the "back" of it. Like a game of Pong, bouncing back and forth. The shape of the craft was triangular, reminiscent of a futuristic race car to me. I could perceive no sound. It drifted off back East, and up a forested hill.
The next night, 2 AM. I'm having a smoke. I gaze up to the left. I see the shade of an aircraft, one red and one white light. I think nothing of it. That is until the lights jettisoned off in opposite directions, and the craft carrying on through the dark.