It was a beautiful day for flying, if a bit breezy, which contributed some bumps. That would be important later. Meanwhile, I was out with a new-to-me rented Cessna 210 to bore some holes with a pilot-rated friend. After boring holes in the local airspace, we headed back to the airplane’s home base. The bumps continued.
I didn’t know it at the time, but my right-seater was getting a bit green around the gills. As he was an experienced pilot, certainly no stranger to an upset atmosphere; perhaps he’d had something unusual at his recent meal. Perhaps he thought his motion sickness would subside. It didn’t.
