I’m no pilot, but I am part of the flying population that likely outnumbers pilots: the GA passenger. And there is a lot that we life-loving riders should learn about flying.
My dad and grandpa’s Cessna 172 Skyhawk XP, with its delightfully itchy sheepskin seats and the “Please step outside to smoke” sign on the dash, introduced me to aviation as a 7-year-old. I would practice ELT searches with my dad, organize Jeppesen charts, and try to read the instruments just like he would.
