We used to drink beer and eat hard boiled eggs Friday evenings at the farm. On Saturday at about 5000 this stomach wrenching boiled egg and beer fog wafted through the cabin. Bobby was flying. Greg was sitting in the door and looked back and smiled real big. Bobby pulled a zero G, reached over, opened the door, swung around and kicked Greg out, closed the door and we went on up to altitude.
Greg landed in the center of the airport. The only thing that grew there were sand spurs. Greg spent the rest of the day cleaning those from his canopy. Serves him right.
Another time Chris Elmore and myself were both out on the strut. We had Bobby pull a zero G and we got a 2 man above the plane.
Bobby was one of a kind. Woody was close behind.
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