Years ago, I was living in the high arctic working at the local airport. I got to know all the pilots and we used to hang out. One day, one of the chopper pilots stopped by to ask if he could use my ghetto blaster to record the sounds his helicopter was making. His machine was making an unusual high pitched whine and when they contacted Bell Helicopters, they told him to record the sound and send them the tape.
Anyhow, fast forward to us being in his Bell Long Ranger, and we're hovering at 3'000 feet over the ice. I was sitting with my recorder leaning against the door, facing the company engineer. Suddenly, the door I was leaning against popped open and I started to roll out of the helicopter. I had a seat belt on and I managed to grab the door handle as I was falling out. I was too far out to pull myself back in, but the engineer reached forward, grabbed my parka and hauled me in.
Anyhow, fast forward to us being in his Bell Long Ranger, and we're hovering at 3'000 feet over the ice. I was sitting with my recorder leaning against the door, facing the company engineer. Suddenly, the door I was leaning against popped open and I started to roll out of the helicopter. I had a seat belt on and I managed to grab the door handle as I was falling out. I was too far out to pull myself back in, but the engineer reached forward, grabbed my parka and hauled me in.