Vertigo!

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Some Lessons a Pilot Never Forgets"So this must be vertigo." I thought. Nausea circled my gut like the snowflakes orbiting my propeller. I peered out the windshield for landmarks, but snow obscured all but a tiny spot of ground beneath me, even at an altitude of only a thousand feet. To make matters worse, my navigational radio had obviously failed. How could I possibly have drifted so far off course as it suggested, on a flight of only 40 miles? It was almost Christmas, and I was a young University of Illinois student transporting precious parts for my motorcycle, home to Champaign... 

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