We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Not even watching. Landing on one wheel is easy. I could do it at 17 as could every other 17yo with beginning training.
With a crosswind from the opposite side it's actually easier to land on one wheel than normally. In addition it smoothes the landing because some of the downward momentum goes into rotation rather than bounce, if you've got any.
A naval aviator friend told me of flying from the carrier into Italy. At some point, Italian air traffic controllers take over and are supposed to give instructions every few seconds. My friend's controller went silent for a couple minutes, which became worrisome until the controller's voice came over the radio and said: "Everythinga looka good. Don'ta toucha nothin'!".