Don't let the occasional occurrence of uncontrolled vertical descent bother you too much. A lot of folks have been there - never happened to me, of course
There always is an alternative ... take up golf or something
But, be careful if you do - more people are killed each year on golf courses than by lightning or sharks. Then, there are others who are killed by their spouse in retribution for wasting too much time playing that dastardly Scottish game! (I played during some of my high school years, as I lived about 200 yards from a 9-hole course that cost me $15 a year to play. I finally gave up on golf ... unfortunately, it had given up on me several years previously, but then I always was a bit slow on the uptake. From where I was whacking that damned ball into the sand, I could see the local beach and that was where all the chicks were
Comet to think of it, I guess I really was even slower than slow to catch on and re-adjust my priorities. )
I saw your little sorta-Mustang Gordy-plane fly, and it looked like you were having fun. Perhaps not quite as much as Mr. Flypaper himself does, but then no one else ever reaches that level (some sort of Zen state, perhaps?)
