I was flying last Monday in a 172N over Ocean Parkway and I was about to start some maneuvers, I did some slow flight and turned it into a stall I wanted to see if the plane could recover without power only using trim. Upon recovery I realised i was about 700ft over over the Atlantic. I saw all the people on the beach and at that moment I went into Blue Angels mode 8) and decided to put a show on entirely out of steep turns (banking the plane 45-60 degrees in one direction for 360 degrees((really topflite :lol: )). I had my kneeboard opened on my lap and everything was secured. I had a pen in between my fingers since takeoff but it was iritating my skin so I put it into my mouth. I entered the first turn to the left, because of the G's I was pulling my head felt like it was being crushed, i leveled off and entered the right turn, when I rolled wings level I felt a "warm nectar" under my tounge, it tasted funny. I took the pen out of my mouth and saw that it was leaking. I wanted to die! I felt sick and headed back in. I was distraught and still am. The lesson however is and I will make it bold . . . . At 60 degrees of bank the load factor doubles My jaw was shut 2 times as hard as it would have normally been. I still taste the ink to this day. I'll be fine though.
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