Admittedly, if it wasn't for the virtual "lug-wrenches" thrown at me by Paul every now and again, I could get out of control here - phew, just dodged another! Every self respecting pilot needs a decent whack from a LAME to bring he/she back to earth every now and again I believe. This symbiotic relationship has existed since the first powered flight at Kittyhawk, December 17th, 1903 with the Wright Brothers taking turns to be LAME & pilot. Imagine the shellacing Orville gave Wilbur after he nose diver the Flyer into the ground on the 4th flight that day - "Wilbur!" The most "grounding" things LAME's have done to me in the past to literally bring me back to earth is give me their bill! "Ah, is that your phone number?" - "No Adam, that's the amount."
Has my desire for driving V-8s, building "LARGE" 1/32 models and on occasion risking life and limb flying high-performance aerobatic aeroplanes anything to do with a inadequacy in the "tackle" department - well, I cannot confirm or deny this and will not enter into detailed discussion in this regard. My therapist has said though that every day in every way I'm getting better and better!