When arranging for good friends to ferry your newly purchased, 68-year-old airplane clear across the continent for you, it’s common courtesy to make their task as easy as possible. Pay for their meals. Spring for nice hotels. And try to avoid placing them over the Rocky Mountains in air filled with forest fire smoke during a large-scale GPS outage.
In my efforts to be a good friend, I managed to achieve the first two items, but fell woefully short on the last one.
