BFTS at CF in the 80s. About 40 hours in on the JP3 and during my amazing aero routine on a solo GH trip I got in to an inverted spin; don't ask me how. I finally recovered at about 2,500 ft; again, don't ask me how. It was a couple of weeks after Bill had banged out near Flamingo Land and I was more scared of the bollocking for losing a jet rather than the thought I might end up in a smouldering pyre. 19 and stupid.