Sounds coming from the back seat of our training planes were usually disturbing. Sometimes, an instructor was trying to pound a point into our lowly brains. They did it sometimes by bellowing. They did it also by roaring.
One instructor was
different. Sometimes when he was
in the back seat and not actually in the process of instructing, this strange
and unconventional flight mentor from Tennessee would relax, key the intercom
button and sing softly his version of “All My Exes Live in Texas,” over and
over and over. Finally, one
student summoned the nerve to ask for an explanation. This is one of the sad, nostalgic stories.