My editorial on learning to fly after the kids are grown (“Flight Begins at 40, or Maybe 50,” March 2012 IFR) struck a chord and earned several responses. The story was consistent: “I’m 50 (or 60 or 70) and just learned to fly. You’re right, we need older people acting as advocates to get more people with the means and the long-dormant wanting to make the leap.”
But one letter brought up a point I don’t see much press on. This gentleman soloed at 61 and was newly instrument-rated by the age of 63. With 220 hours under his belt, he’d like to keep flying but he’s tempted to throw in the towel over the risk; Not the risk of crashing, but the risk to his estate.
