You had to learn to control airspeed by listening to the wind going through wires. If you were off, even by a little bit, the instructors would bark at you. He turns the airplane upside down, closes his mouth and shakes the stick fore and aft two or three times so the airplane does a kind of pitch-pull, porpoising dance. Then all the dust, dirt and grit comes flying out from all over the cockpit and gets sucked away in the slipstream. The solo pilot's silver flight is over, but the memory lingers on.
Life is open-cockpit good again.
2001 Werner Publishing Corp.