In the mid-1990s, I worked at McDonnell-Douglas in Southern California and would rent a Cessna 152 every Wednesday at 5:00 pm to fly out of Long Beach airport for pleasure and to keep current.
Co-workers knew of my flying routine and one day, a young woman asked if she could get a ride with me. I said yes and as a basic passenger rule, I asked whether she got airsick or carsick. I was assured it would not be a problem.
