I know a little about this subject, being a former lapsed pilot myself. A few months after I got my private certificate as a teenager, I went off to college and didn’t come back to flying for almost a decade. Why not? Well, it wasn’t the economics of it. I was broke, sure, but my dad had an airplane, a sweet Turbo Arrow III (the straight-tail model) and he would gladly pay for the gas. I just found new interests — rock climbing, mountain biking, rebuilding vintage motorcycles and playing rock ’n’ roll. It wasn’t until I was in my late 20s that I fell in love with flying again, and the way it happened was pure happenstance. I got the opportunity to go flying in the right seat on some great cross-country trips in some interesting airplanes, including a 285 hp Navion with tip tanks and a Twin Bonanza. That’s all it took, and I was hooked again.