Learning to fly and becoming the owner of a Cessna 182 were two of the happiest and most exciting times of my life.
Over the next few years, I could scarcely be kept out of the cockpit, flying friends and relatives wherever and whenever they wanted. What I did not do, however, was expand my skills with an instrument rating—all my flying was VFR. That was because of the benign weather in the country where I lived in the heart of Central Africa, and in truth, there was only one occasion in more than 1,000 hours when I regretted the omission.
