I love flying and, like many of you reading this, I enjoy sharing it with others. I regularly invite family or friends for a flight. For all but one of these flights, things have gone well. I can’t fully describe how vivid the lesson I learned was for the one flight that went awry.
Picture this: I arrange with a friend to fly her husband, who I’ll call Bob, for his first flight in my Cessna 172. The whole family arrives: friend, her husband, son and daughter, all to absorb the occasion. I plan to take him on one of what I call my “proficiency” flights, with some maneuvering and a few landings and takeoffs at a nearby practice field. It all sounds very fun and we decided to bring his 10-year-old son, who I’ll call Bobby.
