I once went to the golf driving range and was slogging balls 250-300 yrds out.
Guys kept coming up asking me what driver I was using, as they clutched their “Ping” and other fancy clubs.
Each time, I told them I was whatever I grabbed from the clubhouse and they would walk off pissed, insisting I was some kinduh A-hole for keeping a secret.
At the end of a few hours I quit and went to have a drink.
Asked the manager what kind of club I was using and replied some crazy old stick.
Turns out it was some beat up 30 year old Ben Hogan.
Same thing happens at the gun range. Guys complain aboit the gun, I pick it up and it shoots fine....
Kind of a stupid story.
Yes the pilot makes a difference, but Chuck Yeager isn’t going to make a Cessna fly faster than the speed of sound.
My dad used to used to say, “A poor workman always blames his tools.”