What is it about flight students? You get along great, you share the same passion for aviation, they are nice and pleasant people for the most part. Yet for some unknown reason, out of nowhere, randomly, so you never know when it’s coming, they suddenly try to kill you. Flight instructing sure is a crazy business.
Looking back on my flying career I’m thinking that probably most of my closest close-calls were all during flight instructor days. I had one student who would stress out so bad during an approach that he would just “give up” about ten to twenty feet above the ground, literally throwing his hands up yelling “You have the controls!”. That’s not a great flight profile to transition controls, especially in a helicopter, and especially if you throw your hands up first and announce your intentions after.
Especially dangerous were students who were actually pretty gifted. They make you relax way sooner than you should. One of those students did great for the first 4 or so lessons until we happened to be passing over his house which prompted him to reach for his camera to snap a photo. The problem was, he was the one flying the aircraft at the time and just let go of the controls.
My list is long.
Imagine being Chuck’s CFI though? That’s probably expert level craziness …