The Montjoy arced higher, nosing for the sun. Andy brought his nose up more, as much as he dared. The loop would be wide, almost too wide. He watched the altimeter rise. He was cutting it close. He tucked the Montjoy tighter as it approached the zenith of its path. Buzzers warned of the threshold. He fought to cinch the loop tighter. Instruments blurred as he grayed. Too tight? He fought the simulated G’s, barely maintaining consciousness. The buzzers vibrated through his bones. Slowly, slowly the Montjoy leveled off, showing its belly to the sun. He’d made it! By a handful of centimeters, if the altimeter was to be believed. If he’d been flying belly down, the Montjoy’s tail would have clipped the barrier and he’d have scratched.