I did not know that, also assumed it meant the control stick.
Huh.
Yeah, it was dead in my case, after 15 minutes or so of running rough and losing power. I was down to 1000 feet AGL at the end. I turned to the field on my left and had to clear some power lines first and then I had to really lose altitude fast so I dropped the flaps and put the nose down, kind of like a short field landing. I was probably doing 75 knots when I touched down and the field was muddy there in the middle and I couldn't brake. There was an elevated dirt road looming but the field dried out enough to where I could brake and then turn at the end to avoid the road.
I couldn't raise Dayton on the ground, so I shut it down and we got out, and then a plane from Richmond airport flew over us, I recognized it, it was the 182 they used for jumping, had the door out. So, I got back on the radio and told him we were fine, could they send a truck. I had no clue where we were on the ground, couldn't see anything. In about 5 minutes this red truck comes bouncing over the field and the guy rolls down his window and asks if we're OK and I say yes and he tears off away from us. In another 5 minutes, the cavalry arrives, 2 sheriff's cars, a firetruck, and an ambulance, bouncing over this field at high speed. I thought they were going to run us down. The firemen were terribly disappointed there was no fire. The paramedics wanted to check us out, but I declined so they were bummed out.
Then in about another 30 minutes the news vans arrived, two from Dayton. TBC.