Nahh, he's a wuss. We were making a hamburger run from Western Montana to Savannah Georgia one day. We stopped in Rapid City, then in Lincoln. Decided to head on in to Memphis. Then over Missouri, a little bit of night, turbulence, IMC, rain etc.. and he started whining and wanting to land right now. The plane was about 20 hours out of a major overhaul, prop overhaul, new rigging and a landing gear overhaul, but we'd made it that far. I was not sure why we couldn't press on to Memphis, grab a couple of whiskeys to ease the nerves and pick through the thunderstorms on to Savannah that night. I think he just wanted to hang out with me in the middle of BFE Missouri on an Army base in the middle of the night and walk a mile or two to Buffalo Wild Wings.
or maybe I was the one doing the whining... I don't recall.