You have the licence but I had to close my eyes and hope for the best. I wish we had a digital cameras in those days.
I left that for my passengers to do. (We had to divide our duties somehow.)
However, I recall flying over Chappaquiddick on Martha's Vineyard when my friend's wife, sitting in the back, yelled "smoke." I cut the throttle and immediately glided for a grassy strip only to find out--upon landing--that she had not put out her cigarette completely. Woe is me. (Generally, I don't allow smoking, but she was a nervous twit.)
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