Over the holidays I had some family out from London, UK. I took them up flying over the city one afternoon, just to get a nice view from the air. I was sitting in the left seat, and my 15-year-old cousin was sitting in the right seat. I let my cousin take the yoke for a bit and try his hand at flying. He did amazingly well for having zero flight experience. Later on in the week, I let him try and drive my truck to the store. He almost crashed a few times, and eventually ran us into a huge pile of snow that had been built by the snow-plows. I was amazed at how much better he did at flying, certainly not an every day event, compared to driving. He does live in London, where he and the rest of my family have taken public transport for most of their lives. I once heard a story of a Russian pilot that defected from Russia to the U.S. via Cuba in a Mig. He was one of Russia’s best pilots. The day they let him get behind the wheel of an automobile, he almost killed himself. Apparently, the only vehicles he had ever operated were airplanes.
