.......as we hurtled out of the air aiming directly for the ground, I decided to take drastic measures into my own hands. I catapulted across my instructors legs, opened the door and hopped over the cockpit to the left wing. Shimmying my way out to where the pitot tube should be, I
reached over the wing but could not find it. The ground was getting bigger but I was determined to remove the cover. Inside the cockpit, my instructor was quaking and I heard him squeal 'Lean Forward.' That enabled me to rip the pitot cover off and my instructor was just able to clear, by inches, a chainlink fence hosting a cluster of bleached cow skulls at the end of the pasture. My grip on the wing was weakening so I beckoned for him to land the plane now.........