**rudder.**
Year 1968: 59 Cessna 310C, my dad was right seat, practicing for for his MEL instructor rating exam. The student: 5’4”, 14 yr old me.
He had me execute a final approach stall, said “keep the wings level with the rudder”. Well, when I needed to stomp the rudder, I didn’t have seat far enough ahead and couldn’t push right rudder far enough and quick enough as the left wing stalled. We lost 1,500’ in a hurry before he leveled it off. He complained, “Didn’t you hear what I told you to do?”
I told him I couldn’t reach the pedals good enough. When I moved the seat ahead, it only moved one more notch. I was already sitting on a pillow. We put it behind me and tried again, but I was swinging my head left and right to see how level we were. He just put a hood on me and had me fly instruments. Then for the next half hour I tried to keep up with the plane. Oh the father-son memories.
You needed pedal blocks like on a kids first two wheel bike. (Snicker)