A blonde went to a flight school, insisting that she wanted to learn to fly that day. As all the planes were currently in use, the owner agreed to instruct her on how to pilot a helicopter solo by radio. He took her out, showed her how to start the helicopter, gave her the basics, and sent her on her way.

After she had climbed to 1,000 feet, the blonde radioed in, "I'm doing great! I love it! The view is so beautiful, and I'm starting to get the hang of this."

At 2,000 feet, she radioed again, saying how easy it was to fly. The instructor watched her climb to over 3,000 feet and was beginning to worry that she hadn't radioed in. A few minutes later, he watched in horror as she crashed about a half a mile away. He ran over and pulled her from the wreckage.

When he asked what happened, she said, "I don't know! Everything was going fine, but as I got higher, I started to get cold. I can't remember anything after I turned off the big fan."