So today I experienced my first "throw up" in the airplane. I have a friend who is into photography that has been hounding me to fly him on the NYC tour south on the Hudson, and Northbound crossing over Central Park, transition over LGA and over the bridges for some photos. So today (absolutely gorgeous VFR) I take him. He is chatty as can be and all smiles up until the Alpine tower when he pulls his camera out and starts taking shots. By the time we circle the lady and begin our north bound turn, he is near ghost white and not saying much at all. I tell him the old routine of focus on your breathing and try and focus inside the cockpit. Even give him the controls once we are clear of Manhattan, and that helps a little. I pull the barf bag out, and tell him to hold it on his lap. A couple minutes go by, and he tells me he is starting to feel better and would like me to take him above a layer of scattered clouds at 5k for some photos. Fine. Second we level at 5500, I hear "Oh CHIT!", and my buddy Jay chucks his camera in the backseat. Unfortunately for him, the bag got stuck in the cameras strap and went into the backseat 2. He looks at me terrified, knowing he has less than a second or two before last nights diner comes rushing up. I tell him dont you even think about getting puke on my plane. So what does he do? He puts his head down his shirt, and pukes the biggest chunks i've ever seen onto his belly. 30 seconds go by, and he finally stops. Normally im pretty queezy around puke, especially being in close proximity of it. Not today. Today was the funniest puking i've ever seen. I nearly started crying I was laughing so hard. He told me that he felt much better, and would still like to take some photos and I told him to screw himself lol. We landed, laughed our ass's off, and I sent him to a maintance hangar to hose himself down, and clean up whatever got in the plane.
All in all, an exciting day! haha
