- An hour trial lesson.
Swagger into the clubhouse with family in-tow being all arrogant and cocky. Repeatedly say that flying will be a slice-of-urine coz you have MS FS2004 GTI at home and you're dead-ace coz you could land the Learjet on the carrier without going off the end.
30 minutes into the lesson you are in the middle-of-nowhere. There are no diversion airfields. Then you vomit. But when you vomit, rather than using the sickbag the instructor has just managed to provide you with you end up doing a scene from The Exorcist. And even better... leave the headset boom where it is just to:
a) Assist Exorcist-style spraying motion.
b) Allow Instructor to hear Exorcist-style vomit session in glorious stereo.
Then say...I don't normally get air sick.