When my first wife's mother got her pilots license and bought a 2 seat plane, she offered me a ride. I cheerfully agreed after my wife threatened me with permanent lackanookie.
So we take off and fly around Eastern MA for a while and she says were getting low on gas so we better head back to the airport. I readly agreed. So she tells me to get the chart out of the map pocket and figure out where we are. SAY WHAT?!?
Well I reach into the map pocket and come out with a road map. You know, like you get at the gas station. Well you did back then anyway. Sure enough, we followed the highways and back roads until she could see the airport.
Six months later she and he husband flew to Montserrat in the Caribbean. Damn if I know how.
