Love it, Mayonnaise and Mustard. Classic. And that sounds like one bonny grand adventure, of the scary kind. And as a little person, probably even MORE scary. I was of that mental ilk a lot as a junior person. Now, not as much. But then, a few years of experience will help a bit. Though flipping a plane of any sort at any age would be more than a bit scary.

Reminds me of my old days fighting fires. Get on the helicopter, toss on our gear and all climb in. Try to lift off, then land..."one of you get off", toss out their bag, then lift again, then touch down again, "another get off", toss their gear after them, lift a bit, then finally, "OK, we're good to go" and fly off. Now is this the way we REALLY should be doing this, folks?
Some things do get better with time and a bit of forethought for safety. Not sure they do that anymore. Though in the NW corner of the world you were in, it still probably hasn't changed much. "Climb out on the struts and bang on the engine with a wrench, I think we're icing up". Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do to stay vertical.
Here's to hoping your day is a peachy one, 'brare up and smile big for all the' brarachters that wander through on a daily basis. What storyfodder you have at your mental fingertips. Life never seems boring in Katville.
Cheerio(s) -The Pan