My brother, Rob, taught me to fly in 1991. I thought it would be weird, spending day and night with him as a student. I assumed there’d be lots of sibling tension. In fact, it was glorious. We had a great time. I went from neophyte to solo cross-country flight in three-weeks.
Being a pilot is automatically a sort of buccaneery thing, if you want to be a GOOD pilot. You can get the certification, but that’s just the beginning. An excellent pilot does a lot of extra self-education to learn his aircraft inside and out. After years of not flying, I’m going through training again (this time my father is my instructor.)
Rob is an airline pilot, inventor, and antique aircraft restorer. He never went to college, and none of the things he’s famous for were taught to him in high school.
I wish I lived nearer to him, so we could build a plane together.