I was due to take an instrument checkride on one of those bumpy Alabama afternoons where the CB's pop and there are lots of thermals to keep your cross check from slowing down.
In spite of the turbulence, I flew one of those rare days where all the gauges seem to be glued in place. Every maneuver was letter perfect. I was on a roll, there was nothing I could do wrong.
We hovered back to the spot, and the SIP started filling out the slip. "You always seem prepared, candidate," he said. "I think you are ahead of the aircraft at every turn," he continued as he turned to glance at me with a surprised look on his face.
Then he said, "Its a shame you never fastened your seat or shoulder belts!"