Up until that point, we hadn't pulled more than 6 Gs. Drago asked me how I was doing and honestly I felt amazing. All of my friends and family had joked and told me not to get sick. I didn't feel sick AT ALL! I was ready for some more.

It was finally time to try a high G turn. We would max out at 9 Gs, the most the jet could pull. I was READY! As promised, my pilot gave me the warning and I tensed up my body and took a breath like I was supposed to, and then BAM! The extreme pressure against my body was unbelievable. I didn't know if we were up or down, I have no clue if I even took a breath. I remember grunting as the pressure subsided and I heard Drago tell me to relax. He said we just did 9 Gs.

I did it! I pulled 9 Gs. I asked if he was just saying that to make me feel good, but he told me to look at the gauge in the cockpit. It did read 9 Gs. "Drago" said I did what very few people who fly with him even want to try. I felt a sense of accomplishment.

After some more tricks, it was time to return to Oshkosh. We weaved in and out of some storm clouds on the way back. He flew us over the Bay of Green Bay. I was pretty quiet on the way back to the airport, at least I think I was. I was in awe of what I had just done and what an opportunity I had been offered.