But, what kind of pizza? I don't do mushrooms or anchovies.
When I was flying radio, we were flying at a guy's private runway in basically what was his backyard. A local guy, Kirk Wicker would come by now and then. A Cap 21, I believe. He took off, flipped over, and came by with his rudder about ten feet off the grass. Then went vertical right in front of our faces. I was impressed, but also scared. This guy doesn't need to risk his life to entertain me... A guy Pete Rawlings asked if I had ever done wheelies on my motorcycles. Well, yeah. Well, Kirk is just as comfortable as you were. He knows what he's doing.
Years later I let Kirk take my little boy Lee up in a Cub when he was about 7 after an airshow in Bealton, VA. Push the stick forward, houses get bigger. Pull back, and the houses get smaller. He had a great time. About 40 minutes. I have some of it on video around here somewhere. Wife was pissed. Then again, we never did wheelies together on the Triumphs or the BSA. I always suspected there was something missing in our life together.
Kirk lives nearby - perhaps it are time for us to do a little aerobatics. He says he can make me puke. What a strange thing to say or even hear. Perhaps I'll figure out how to translate the VHS of when his prop came off at an airshow to a youtube video.