My worst was only the worst because the owner beat it up and of course thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Its was a 1973 PA-28-180 Challenger. First off It barely cranked when starting and this guy did an unusual ritual while starting it up, which included pumping the throttle, shuffling his feet and then I think a chant of some sort (ok maybe not the last). The prop would turn slow then turn even slower and slower and just at the moment you though the battery could not crank anymore and the prop was only tuning over once every 5 seconds, you thought silently in your mind "YES!!!! no flight today!" then and only right then when you had that glimmer of hope.............. the darn thing started. So then you had to shut the door and that was an event in itself, too soft and it did not latch, too hard and it would not latch. One time while doing touch and goes I had to quickly shift my left foot to get a better position on top the rudder peddle, and my size 13 shoes ripped a huge chunk of that cheap hard plastic clean off the covering that conceals the wires down there. I told him it was either that or crash from his bad landing. But the very worst part of the entire experience and not to mention my defining moment as a flight instructor was brought about by............. "The Smell".
From day one I thought something had died in there and it took me a while but finally I realized once day when I went out to his plane alone that their was no smell, so you got it, the owner was the source of the stench. The only way to describe this is to try and imagine this...... a guy goes to taco bell orders everything on the menu, drinks on top of it, goes on a roller coaster to help mix it all together and now he is ready to take the #2 eye tearing, atomic bomb dump of his life. And then..... does not wipe his A$$. I kid you not it was that bad. I actually bought nose plugs but was lucky that I only had to fly with him 6 or 7 times. Finally I could not take it anymore, we were ferrying the airplane to his new airport and this was going be a 6 hour one way trip. He started off the flight by screwing around and wasting time so he was already on my bad side, the smell did not help. Finally we got on the ground and I mustard up the courage and said "dude you stink" he said "what do you mean my flying?", I said "I don't know how to put this but, YOU SMELL LIKE A$$!!!!". I kid you not this was the exact conversation. He just got a blank stare and went back out the the airplane to punish me more. Dont know what happened to him but anyone out there watch out for N22MM