Wiley, if you used the SCAT (which you were not surposed to) you could grease her on like a cat pis$ing on glass everytime. I reckon more pilots got heartburn from trying to eat on the little bugger, then on anything else. You could not afford to take your eyes off her for five minutes, and when nature called it was answered in record speed, especially if a fairly new F/O was in the R/H seat. Used to love "the Great Australian Air Race" for anybody who was competitive by nature, to beat AN off the blocks, was for TN pilots a rite of passage. In fact it was considered a sport (and the sledging that went with it) the LAMES would be in it too. (comm'on skipper move it, he's closing his door!) (I found out much later that bets were laid!) What great times they were.