My most embarrassing moment happened on my instrument checkride in Ft. Pierce. It was a somewhat hot day, and I didn’t close my door until after the run-up. I had my instrument goggles stored in an open, rectangular compartment located on my door. The engine was still running at 1500+ rpm’s. To close the door, I had to push it open just enough to slam it shut. As I slightly opened the door less than a foot, just enough to close it, my instrument goggles were sucked up by the slipstream and gone in a blur. I looked over at my examiner, Bill Corkeran (an old-school guy, around 75), and told him, “Sir, my foggles just flew out of the aircraft. Bill said, “your not gonna get out of using your hood! Go get ‘em!” He cut the mixture on the left engine, I hopped out of the Duchess and found my goggles in the grass at the side of the taxiway at least 200 feet behind the airplane. At least I ended up passing the checkride.