I take it you are not a pilot.
You are probably correct.
“I take it you are not a pilot.”
Factually, was learning when the money ran out. My father had an instrument ticket and my mother was licensed. I worked with some, what can only be called, aerobatic aircraft, when I was younger when I was flagging and loading stearman for crop dusting in the central valley of California out of what used to be Green Acres Airport. The owner, Arnold Whisman, was a fighter pilot from WWII and Korea and flew a drunk act in an air circus. He was the instructor my parents used. I couldn’t finish. Both my brother and I worked for him in the 60’s. I did a lot of right hand seat with my father when he was practicing under the hood in our beechcraft.
Kind of rough to have some of your history taken down, but time goes on.
The Bonanza my parents owned was a four seater. When they purchased, it had that shimmy and they added tip tanks and it cut it to almost nothing. And with the addition of a Mitchell Autopilot, it was comfortable. Not going to challenge many speed records, but it was a grinder and good for most of the flying it was used for between Visalia, San Francisco, and Los Angeles. Airspace then was covered by Lemoore Naval Air Station and not Fresno. I had it up a few times, duel. But my experience was nothing compared to Arnold. He was a very good pilot. One of those that always seemed to correct a problem 15 minutes ago.
Why do you make that comment, however?
rwood