Good point, Airtac...
My 4th hour of flight was an engine failure, in January, in Montana... the CFI did a perfect job of landing in a horse pasture with about 14" of fluffy, dry snow. The humorous part was, we had just had the SAME conversation as before the other 3 lessons, in which he vehemently told me to NOT show up wearing so "damned many clothes".. he felt I couldn't feel the rudders okay with heavy winter boots on.
But -- since at the time I owned a LOVELY, 1951 Willys with NO heater, (and NO anything else, for that matter), and had to lean out the open window all winter long to make hand signals for turning, I always had on ALL my winter clothes, and I wasn't about to freeze to death on my way to the airport (though it was pretty darned cold anyway!).....
So, as we sat there in the brilliant winter sunshine, and STARK silence, and watched the farmer's pickup truck slowly making its way out to where we were parked in his field, I turned to him (he of the low-cut sneakers, blue jeans and nylon windbreaker... no hat... no gloves...) and grinned and said, "So... do you want ME to go talk to him?"
He had a great sense of humor, and we laughed like hell, but he NEVER did scold me for what I wore after that.... and yes, he got completely frozen and filled his sneakers up with snow, walking over to the farmer with a miserable look on his face.
