I planned to take my wife up for a few short local flights in a little 152 before embarking on a long-time planned trip to Scotland. I thought this would give her confidence in my abilities.
As it turned out, her first flight with me was in a hulking great 182 around 3 days after my licence came in the post. While I was fidlding with the wobbly prop and asking for help identifying the Luton/Stansted gap on the way up to Prestwick, she was feeling a little
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She often reminds me of this...very often...exceedingly often...
Which reminds me: I issued 'vouchers' to family members to join me for a few flights over the summer. I'm not looking forward to taking my wife's sister up. She's even scared of escalators for goodness sake...
