Holy crap what a morning. I flew with a Cajun gentleman named Bert who told me he was a former B-52 pilot in the air force. I'm usually impressed by that sort of thing and tend to give those guys a great deal of respect because they've flown the heavy metal. Bert is 84 and failed his medical because of esophageal cancer which is in remission but he still wants to fly, so with me he goes. I made an assumption about his flying skills that was WAY off base. He didn't even scare being a competent pilot, all he did was scare the bejesus out of me. He tried to fly the little Piper Archer just like a BUFF and was heavy handed on the yoke all the way down. His approaches looked like Cougar trying to land after the Mig scare in Top Gun. To keep him from dragging a wing I blocked the yoke and kept reminding him all the way down to let the airplane fly itself since thats what its designed to do. I tried to explain that you absolutely CAN NOT fight a plane to the ground like that. Two things could potentially happen. First, and probably worst of all, if you've got passengers in the back they'll get airsick and projectile vomit all over the back of your head. Second, you'll depart the runway and crash which tends to ruin your day. This guy was NOT going to listen to some snot nosed kid and fought me tooth and nail.
On the first landing the plan was for me to demonstrate it...at midfield he literally let go of the controls and didn't say a word. I briefed him on the "positive exchange of controls" but apparently it went in one ear and out the other. He never even looked at me, he just kept looking out the side window, just sightseeing. That blew me away.
Next on climb out he insisted on an anemic rate of climb because he didn't like that he couldn't see over the nose. Well, if the engine quits and he doesn't have enough altitude to safely pick a landing area it doesn't really matter whats in front of him now does it? He complained about the price of the flight, he complained about me insisting on him doing things my way, and he complained about how much the radio work has changed. I wish I had a CVR tape of our final landing. The controller said: "1PA keep it rolling down to Echo, ground point 8". The guy almost lost his mind because he didn't know what the controller said. I don't expect any non-pilots to understand any of that but think of it this way; the controller said his version of "paper or plastic". Not really tough stuff here.
I will NEVER again make assumptions about a persons flying skills based on their background. During our previous ground brief this dude was prepared with folders, charts, graphs, manuals, and checklists for days. Because he was so together on the ground I thought he would be in the air. I guess I was wrong and I should have inquired about his last flight sooner....
It was in 1968.