The old saw is that flying is hours and hours of boredom punctuated with moments of sheer terror.
When a story begins with "There I was when suddenly..." it is about one of those punctuating moments. Having been there and done that, I can attest that clanky balls are not required. What is most definitely required is a level head and the determination to fly the damn thing no matter what.
And the ability to pull the seat cushion out of the crack of your a$$ when it's all over... 😁
