Though I have a functional IQ of at least 6, I refused to join Mensa. They seem to be a rather humorless, or, if in GB, humourless, and a stuck-up lot at that.
Gladwell's book is fascinating. Success depends on a whole lotta factors besides smarts; in my case, I didn't "play well with others." I can't fly airplanes because my vision is wonky.
Anyway, veering back to sort-of on-topic:
I'm with Mike; after finding out about the woeful state of transport pilot training these days, I have real reluctance or a strong sense of gambling every time I strap in. Still have managed to avoid the planes from France. They may be very fine airplanes, but if nobody knows how to drive 'em when HAL goes tits-up, I'll be having a very bad day.
I would fly with TTex though.
He knows eggzackley WTH he's talking about!
(CUE: scoffing from all around)