making a brief but vital appearance are my knees

I didn’t actually co-pilot this plane. Intentionally. However, as you can see in the picture, my knees are dangerously close to various knobs, levers and buttons. While the labels and their functions for said knobs, levels and buttons might have been in Spanish; I quickly learned their function with each passing Nazca line.

You see, because they needed somebody last minute to fill the last seat in the plane, I was placed in the co-pilot seat that was clearly designed for somebody a fraction of my size, even with the the seat pushed all the way back, I was still all up in the control’s business. With no time to lodge a formal protest, we were quickly airborne (the propeller was already spinning as I was ushered to my seat) and I simultaneously lost my lunch (well I would have if it hadn’t already been food poisoned out of me) as my left knee quickly jerked into the red lever you see in the picture.

The red lever’s label stands for “wing flap”. The unfortunate passengers in the back of the plane might have thought this flight to be unusually bumpy due to the high winds, but I knew the real reason behind the chaotic ride. With every turn into a new Nazca line, I was thrown against that red lever causing the wing flaps to lift and the plane to suddenly jerk skyward. The pilot did a lot of turning.