No wheels means no brakes, and as I skidded sideways on the runway and frantically shut everything down, I became afraid of catching fire between the sparks and the fuel in the wings. I fumbled with my seatbelt, getting it unbuckled as I was sliding down to the awful sounds of metal scraping concrete. The runway end was rapidly approaching, as the airplane was slowing, and somehow it managed to slide to a stop just short of the drop off onto the road. I jumped out and wanted to run away into the nearby stand of trees and never come out. But people were running up to the airplane, asking if I was all right. I assured them I was as they jacked up the airplane and dropped the gear to tow it back to the shop. I don't remember how long this took; I just stood there in shock.