[Porsche-O-Phile]

I made the mistake of downing a humongous coffee on the morning of my long solo cross-country flight for my Commercial Pilot certificate years ago. About 45 minutes in, comfortably at cruise (think I was at 10.5k') I got the twinge. 15 minutes later it was unbearable. I invented a way to juggle my charts, the headset, the control yoke and my wang so I could aim out the storm window. Probably the best whiz of my life. I think if I'd had tried to hold it my bladder would've ruptured a la Tycho Brahe.

Wonder if anyone down on the ground experienced any isolated rain showers that day...