I think the most out-of-control my mother ever felt in a plane was this tale she told me.
Her and a boyfriend of hers had taken a plane up for the day, she was building up her hours towards becoming an instructor, he was a retired commercial airline pilot so was mostly along for the ride and the eye-candy (apparently my mum was not un-attractive to look at by the opposite sex). Me, I was in the back fiercely clutching a sickbag with my usual grey/green pallor I attained once onboard a plane.
Half way thu the flight at some thousands of ft. my mum's paramour all of a sudden, with no warning what-so-ever cut the engine and turned off all of the electrics (including the ignition and fuel pumps).
As you can imagine this is not a good thing to happen, especially unannounced. With no power to the fuel pump it doesn't matter how much you open the throttle all you're going to do is flood the engine - imagine someone taking the keys out of the ignition of a car and putting it in neutral at full pelt down the freeway.
Mum managed to get the electrics and fuel system up and running, dropped the nose, got the prop turning and the engine restarted, then berated the fuck out of the fellow.
About 3 mths. later he managed to accidentally stumble into a running propeller after shouting "Clear Prop!" and starting his plane.
Neither my mum nor myself missed him particularly but I think that's where she got the idea for a mid-flight stall. AFAIK she never did it to any of her students without prior warning and them having been trained for what to do in such a situation.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Mon 1 Apr 2013, 6:38, Reply)