"After a brief hold at the taxiway, you roll onto runway 27 and head skyward. Within minutes, you're at altitude, clear skies, stereo on, a grin from ear to ear. As you approach the metro center, your music stops and ATC advises you to enter a holding pattern 12 miles to the NW. You join a line of 2,745 "PALs" flying in circles, awaiting their chance to enter the metro airspace and land. Suddenly, in your rear view mirror, you notice your "PAL" behind you is bent over, head just below the dash, apparently reaching for his dropped Eggamuffin. Before you can react, he's crashed into your rear, and you both spiral downward, streaming smoke and debris. Above you, the remaining 2,743 "PALs" breathe a sigh of relief, knowing their hold time has been reduced to only 2 hours and 18 minutes." If only gravity hadn't overcome his back brake...