I had a full kilt lifting once. It was last April in San Francisco. We had just finished eating lunch at a restaurant at the top of one of that city's many hills. I was being helped out of my wheel chair and into a taxi when, just as I stood up, a massive wind gust came up the hill and lifted my entire kilt completely up. The wind was so strong it even caused my sporran to lift slightly. Needless to say I was quite embarassed that I had just mooned the groom's mother.