Awesome
I would always get into the cockpit via my AOPA card. Give it to the purser, smile and say please, and then get invited. I often took airplane magazines with me, read them, and sent them up to the crew.
I was flying back from Vienna on Lauda in 1999 and as we crossed the coast at Derby went to the cockpit. The captain was an Aussie, 2IC an Austrian. The big 777 cranked over the route I'd flown six months before in a Piper Lance. "Ahh, the GAFA" said the Cap. "GAFA? Vot is dat?" said the 2IC. "It's the great Australian f-all", yelled the Captain. We laughed as we watched the Canning Stock Trail cross under the wing.
The next year I was on Air NZ to LA and sat on the jumpseat as the 2IC told me about the 'Skippies' in charge. Then Ansett fell over, 9/11 happened, and no more cockpit visits.