I got to stage 2 once when a friend took me up to do aerobatics. It took me a couple hammerheads and cuban eights to figure out how to keep my eye on the horizon. Other than that, I was one of those jerks who ate curried goat on the way out to the dive site. On the other hand, I had to clean up after the people who smelled the curry; maybe it wasn't such a good idea afterall. 