Far more frightening that hitting the ground at a high rate of speed is spending several hours next to a sleep stranger. A stranger that thinks you are a great pillow. I am afraid I would have to get up and leave if this happened to me.
Can you imagine walking out of your house in Lafayette, strapping in to your personal helicopter and then zipping over traffic to a meeting in Baton Rouge in less than half an hour? This could be the next big thing! The personal helicopter!