And there are some days when the student and the flight instructor have bad days at the same time.
Forty years ago, or so, I was the low man on the list and got to do the teaching that no one else wanted. A young guy bought a Chief (like in Aeronca 11AC). I did not like Chiefs (still don't), but this really was a nice one. Freshly rebuilt, clean, new engine, and more important, a new tail wheel.
Anyhows, we meet early on a summer morning for his first lesson. We do the normal first flight BS and launch into a perfect summer sky. We do the standard first flight stuff: this control does this, this one does this, look at the bottom of the wing for this, blah blah.
About 35 or 40 minutes into the glassy smooth flight, he looks at me and says,"I think I am going to puke." Fear provokes many responses. In my case I frantically looked through the airplane for something that he could barf in. Nothing.
The old airplanes had sliding windows, so I suggested that he slide his window back, stick his head out and let it rip. Mistake number one. As he was about to stick his head out, I stopped him and told him to take his glasses off. Mistake number two was that the time delay meant that he did not quite get his head out the freaking window. Mistake number three was mine. I punched the WRONG rudder.
Projectile hurling is an understatement. Not once. Not twice, but three times. It's in my hair. In my eyes. This stuff looks and feels like chocolate pudding. I literally wiped a handful of it off my left arm and flung it on the floor.
It seems that, for breakfast, he ate not two, not three, but six chocolate donuts and washed them down with a quart of chocolate milk............Did ya have a lousy lesson? Nah. Did your flight instructor have a lousy day? Nah.
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