Quick sketch in an attempt to capture a flying feeling that seems much longer than it is while it's happening, only to be over much sooner than you want it to be, but before disappointment has any chance of seizing you, you're already balls deep throwing everything you've got into your bottom turn, the kind of bottom turn that reminds you that a bottom turn's not just an afterthought to get you back to the top, it's a full tilt maneuver in its own right/rite to look forward to and savor before, it too, is over.