Riding in an Eastern Bloc car was little different than flying in their aircraft. The Tupolev I flew out of East Berlin felt like it was going to shake itself apart. And those of us in the Army who have flown in the Mi-17 will probably never forget that experience either. There was more than one instance in which I though we were done.
I know I was always happy to be back on the solid ground. 
At least the BDU pattern on my weapon was spot on.