Strong Wind in the R22.
Not being a pilot myself but having nerves of steel and enough space to land 20 Jolly Green Giants I have recently aquired a friend who is hour building in a Robinson 22. The experience and indeed the one upmanship of having a friend pick you up and giving you a freebee for a few hours seems almost too good to be true. However, from the onset I discovered a downside that turns the distant whop whop that announces his arrival into a dilema. Can I, Cant I, Should I, Dare I, bring to his attention that the downing of several hard boiled eggs that he eagerly tells me he consumes just proir to each flight is having a detremental effect on what would otherwise be a very pleasant experience. To be blunt, I think the expression is " he farts like a trooper" this appears to occur at around twelve hundred feet. Apart from being quite blunt about the situation, which I confess I am loathed to do, could anyone who has been placed in a similar situation advise me how best to resolve this without loss of friend or freebee. ps The wearing of headsets and his constant talking, mask the release of these obnoxious gasses.