Okay, LH... No air speed, no lift... You don't get air speed sittin' on a friggin' treadmill unless the plane has a stall speed of zero... Lowest stall speed I know of is in the 20 mph range...

BTW, speakin' of airplanes... "My Poor Brother"... Remember him??? Well, first of all he ain't never been "poor"... But he has gotten himself into a pickle or two but this ain't one of those...

Reckon about 25 years ago he got this idea that he was gonna be a stunt pilot and was learnin' aerobatics and we were just out bombin' (not literally) over the area where his farm was in a Cessna 172 and reckon he just wanted to scare me so he stalled it at 5000 feet... Big deal... The plane shudders and then a warning sound starts tellin' ya' that yer air speed is too slow to fly the airplane... Like I said, "Big Deal"...

Now every pilot in the world knows that you put the nose down and all is well, right...

So "My Poor Brother" decided, "What the Hell... Think I might as well scare the hell outta the Bobert" so he puts a danged rental Cessna into a purdy serious dive and this plane ain't really up for that kinda stuff but I guess his aerobatics instruction musta told him what kinda ridiculous air speed a 172 could handle... So I'm lookin' at the air speed indicator and watchin' as he hit 100, 110, 120, 130, 140 and we've dropped 3000 feet in what seemed like seconds...

Now, I didn't let on but at a buck forty I was beginning to think, "Hmmmmmm, Poor Brother gonna fuckin' kill us" but I didn't let on... No, I was scared shitless at that point then I look over and this Cessna is diving fast 150 miles per hour... That is fast in a Cessna 172!!! Very fast... These shit boxes ain't F-16s... At about 800 feet he pulls up on the yoke and this Cessna is vibratin' & shudderin' and levels out at no more than 300 feet...

"Uh huh" I was thinkin', "I'll get even one day for that little scare"....

'Bout 5 years later we were flying down to Kitty Hawk, NC (yup, that one) in a rented Cessna 210 Turbo and low clouds kept up bumping along at 115 mph at 1500-1700 feet 'cause "My Poor Brother" ain't instrument rated and that meant no cloud punchin'...

So we're somewhere over the "Northern Neck" in Va and had an hour or so before we had to swing west to avoid restricted air space around Norfolk/Newport News so brother says,' "I'm kinda sleepy and gives me a heading, says "Your plane" and pulls down his ball cap to take a nap...

Well, folks... There are those times in life where the rule that "Get-backs are Hell" and this was going to be one of those days...

I wanted to be sure that "Poor Old Brother" was in downtown sleepsburg as I plotted my egt back and I kept lookin' over for signs and then saw his head kinda fall to one side without any jerkin' so I knew that the bases were loaded...

I wasn't sure I had the balls to do it but...

...WTF???

So I pulled up on the yoke ever so slightly... Felt it fightin' as I put that 210 into a full stall and the plane was vibratin' and shudderin' and then the warning alarms went off...

That was all it took to get poor brother outta his nap...

"What's happening, Bobert?"... "What the hell you done???"... "My plane, brother"... "Shit..."

So I let him put the nose down and take us out of stall... He was pissed... Who cares???

We laugh about it these days....

Get backs are Hell...

B;~)