The details are hazy but IIRC, at the practice day for an uncomfortably warm and humid midwestern regional contest in the 60s involving a national champion pilot and his attractive wife:

Wife: "___, are you going to be landing soon? I'm hot and I want to go back to the motel."

Chorus of male voices cheering, hooting, and whistling, with one pilot enthusiastically offering to land and accompany her if hubbie wanted to keep flying.

Chip Bearden
JB