I once was the instructor for a high fashion student. Her day-trading job had recently netted her a lot of money. Her hard work paid out handsomely and she wanted everyone to know it. If that meant stepping out of the pilot’s seat of her own airplane in stylish high heels, so be it.
Her determination to train in haute couture stressed out more than a few flight instructors at the FBO where I worked. They were frustrated by her lack of progress — the result of poor rudder control — and her dismissal of the many other dangers of flying in heels.
The first time she and I went flying, I complimented her on her looks and her awesome outfit. Then I asked her to jump into the left seat and close the door. She did, while I backed away from the fuselage a little bit. [Read more…]