Don't have my copy of Wings On My Sleeve handy but the 'no gear - rubber deck- down the chute and into the hangar' idea might work I suppose. Can't remember exactly how they were going to crack it.
Having been part of two 'four green' communities - one with a green for each wheel, the other with a green for three wheels and a hook - I can safely say that the former was definitely the most forgiving of interval variations - if the chap in front was having a drama you could simply hang out over the ogsplosh and wait for him to sort it out.
Whilst watching your water and fuel run out and the engine temperature doing its 'rat up a drain pipe' impression!