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have prepared an exercise for you that may help you through such experiences. Do you wish to use it?) I had a percept of the kind of exercise, but not its content, and knew that it would be rough. If THEY say it will help, of course I wish it. (Turn inward and close tightly.) CLICK! I am flying a single-engine Navion over a large city. Bill is in the seat beside me. We are about two thousand feet up, and we are just below the overcast. Turbulence is minor. Gauges look good. It’s a borrowed aircraft. I need to keep an appointment in the city below. Bill leans and yells in my ear, (You’re going to have to land now if you want to be on time!) I look around. (I don’t see the airport.) (Never mind the airport.) Bill points downward. (You have to land now. Down there!) I nod, nose the Navion down, throttle back, low pitch, gear down, three in the green, gentle spiral, trying to decide where to set it down … the street, full of cars … there’s a wide, flat roof, I turn to look at Bill for approval, but he’s gone! Gone! I look back quickly, I’m below one thousand, airspeed seventy, 500 down. Have to decide fast, opt for the roof, at least if I get it stopped I won’t kill anybody else, while in the street … line up the roof, full flaps, nose over steeply … drop her in right on the edge of the roof … stall warning yelling its head off … chop throttle, switches off … let her drop out, drop out … she’s down, brakes, stand on them … other edge coming up fast, now slow, she’s going to make it, she’s down and stopped! I sigh and stop shaking. It’s hot and I open the canopy and climb down to the roof. I stand there looking at the Navion, it’s all in one piece, not a scratch. All I have to do is find the stairway down and I’ll be on time for my appointment. But how will I get the Navion back to its owner! It will never be able to take off a 200-foot roof. Have to remove the wings, lower it to the street by a crane, what a stupid