My old club VP, who used to complain about everyone's flying and guys drinking, took his 12 lb. .40 sized trainer off and proceeded to fly through the pits and then through the tent where all his buddies were sitting. Geezers were gawk'n, squawk'n, and bail'n out. He kept "control" and made a descent landing and promptly asked me for a beer. He never again complained about drinking beer at the field after that. (circa 1982 when beer was legal)