It was early November, and a presidential election year in the U.S. I had earned my private certificate before going off to college and had flown a bit with the local airport’s FBO, at least enough to check out in a newer Cessna 172 and stay legally current, if not proficient.
As election day loomed, I realized I hadn’t secured an absentee ballot. What to do? Fly home and vote, of course—any excuse for a cross-country. So I reserved the Skyhawk for the full day and invited a friend to join me. This was one of my first cross-country flights in a while. And it was the friend’s first-ever flight in a personal airplane, so he peppered me with questions as I pre-flighted the rental and got my act together.
