Southwest of the Twin Cities, I climbed to 5,500 feet and turned the controls back over to Todd so he could go through his routine for an upcoming airshow. Nothing terribly fancy here: aileron roll, loop, Immelman, Cuban 8, square loop, hesitation roll. Still, I don’t do acro very often, and the forces involved always catch me a bit off guard, especially on negative-G maneuvers. For starters, I’m reminded of the supreme importance of tightly cinching down one’s lap belt before going upside down! By the time I rectified the matter, Todd was done with his routine and he handed the controls back to me to have a go at it. I made a mess of the first few maneuvers, but Todd was patient in correcting the error of my ways. I certainly don’t claim to be a “natural stick,” but I’m a reasonably trainable monkey: It only takes me a few screw-ups to muddle my way through to a semblance of competence.