“In the airplane, I’m not your daughter. I am not 15 years old. You are not teaching me how to drive. I am pilot in command. Am I clear?”
That’s how the passenger briefing I gave my father began. I was a 203-hour private pilot at the time and flying twice a week, building up my cross-country time in pursuit of the instrument ticket. Dad was not a pilot. He was a retired aerospace engineer and military man.
