Actually, we have a tory form around here wich is becomming an urban legend, but it's true......
Two trikes set off along the coast and both land on the beach....One pilot starts fishing (fold up gear) while the second pilot getting bored with waiting decides to go for a skinny dip....
The fishing pilot decides there are no bites, packs up and sees his mate way yonder in the surf, so decides to steal his clothes and fly on to the nearby beach hotel.....The swimmer emerges from the surf and is left no option but to fly his trike naked to the hotel destination, then walk cock-sure of himself (good place to use the phrase....
) to the horror of all the guests.....
The before mentioned student has never met me 
so he was told to give the signal as soon as the student gets out of the plane that has just landed. Subsequently as soon as the guy get out the sinal was given.......... I often wonder who`s surprize was bigger, my destructor or the poor com pilot who stopped at the hanger a minute before me 