Of course, you want to fly tailwheel. Let’s be honest, the airplanes look cool—after all, the best piston-engine fighters in World War II had tailwheels, and they looked like they were doing a million miles per hour (conservative estimate) just parked on the ramp. And there’s the snob appeal—how many times can you hear that “you’re not a real pilot until you fly tailwheel” until you start to believe it?
The thing is, after giving tailwheel instruction for more than 50 years and watching scores of pilots go from “I’m not sure where this thing’s going!” to the gigantic, irrepressible grin generated by a steep slip over a tree line to a feather-light touchdown on a grass field on a summer evening, I’ve not met a pilot who didn’t think the hard work of going through a tailwheel checkout wasn’t worth it.
