When she decided at age 73 to get back into flying after a 22-year hiatus, I figured she'd knock the rust off, memorize some new airspace regs, discover the wonders of GPS navigation, and feel at home again at the controls in no time. She'd already obtained a new third class medical, and a flight review in a Cessna 172. Next she started shopping for an airplane, a used Grumman Tiger, and all she needed from me-her CFI son-was a checkout. Mom was a 700-hour private pilot with complex and high-performance endorsements, and the 180-horsepower, fixed-pitch Tiger was a model she knew well. Several friends and I were helping with her Tiger hunt when she called to let us know she had found her airplane.
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