I have posted this story else where but here it is again...

About 10 years ago or so, I was at the beach (far away from any field or the usual gathering places of the sun worshipers) A nice on-shore breeze brought the plane in when I flew it until it ran out of fuel, cross wind takeoffs and landings were a bit tricky but greatly improved my flying skills. The packed sand from cars driving by made a nice runway.

I was practicing doing 2 rolls in a roll (not the corkscrew kind, the straight line kind) I was about 50 feet up and probally that far out over the water. I happened to notice a string bikini jumping up and down clapping her hands, watching my plane. I must have been inverted during the second roll when I was captivated by the bouncing beauty. I my attention went back to my plane when I realized I couldnt hear the engine any more. Searching the sky, my plane was no where to be found. As a wave crested, I saw it floating in the water. I had to wade out about waist deep to get it back on-shore.

The string bikini never spoke a word to me and continued walking down the beach.

After flushing the engine, repairing and drying the plane and installing a complete new radio system, I had another mishap. A lady and her kids stopped in the tracks on the beach that I used as a runway. I caught it in the corner of my eye while on a landing approach, just in time to power up and fly what seemed like, right up the windshield of the van. I stopped flying at the beach after that.