Been on that flight before. When we landed in that thigh high wheat field I told the bro to "ditch" the beer. (We, ummm, maybe that was I, had already "ditched" the car.) I thought he understood. Me, the COP, the bro, and a couple of other interested bystanders are standing around watching the towing operation. When they pulled the car back, here was all this beer UNDER the car. The cop looks at the beer, gazes around at the THIGH HIGH amber waves of grain, and says "Gee, couldn't ya have found a better place?"