

This one time on an LHD, I was riding brakes in a helicopter, we were towing from the hangar up to the flight deck.
The elevator tops out, we’re supposed to go forward, instead the driver gooses it and he’s still in reverse. I stood on the brakes, at 6’1" I was stretched out in that cramped cockpit. Only parts of me touching the plane were my shoulders in the seat and my toes on the brake pedals. Either we stopped or my feet were going through the chin bubble.
She started losing me a few years ago, when claiming to be a socialist & pro-union, she voted to make it illegal for railroad workers to strike. Pro-union until their collective action might make life a little inconvenient, then knock their teeth out for the capitalists.
I haven’t really kept track of her since then.