My roommate flew us (me, him and our girlfriends) to Catalina. After we took off on the return trip with the goyls in the back he said “Would you like to try flying this?”, “Sure!” He didn’t know I’d done this a whopping once before.
Bank left, bank right, climb, dive, level out. “Pretty easy.”
The SOB had me fly it all the way back to Cable field near Pomona, including the descent to about 50-100 ft off the deck before he took over. He handled the radio, fed me the bearings and altitudes to maintain, and did most of the see part of see and be seen. When we got close to landing I was convinced he was going to let me bounce it all the way down the runway!
We get out of the plane and I nearly collapse, the goyls look at him and said “What’s the matter with him?” “Oh nothing, he just flew all the way back from Catalina...” “He WHAT????”
They both turned a whiter shade of pale!
Good times, good times...
[They both turned a whiter shade of pale!]
That’s racis’!!!!
Heheheheheh...
My wife would have turned more than that shade of pale!
(Good song, by the way, one of my favorites, having been a Drum Corps fan back in the Seventies watching the Anaheim Kingsmen...:)