I met my wife in 2003 and she had never flown in any type of plane, much less a small single engine job.
While we were dating, I would always gently offer to take her with me whenever I was going to fly, and I was flying a lot.
I could tell by her polite declination that she wanted to, but, she had fear(s).
After about a year, one beautiful morning, I said, "I'm going to go flying, just cruise around and have fun, do you want to go?"
To my surprise, she said 'maybe' and drove me to the airport. I was hangared at a short grass strip and my RV7 was just a 'canoe' and a pile of sheet metal in the workshop. But I had my trusty '62 210.
She had never even been close to old 26X and when we got there I took a long time to show her the preparation, preflight and planning that go into safe flying. I took her through every step of the preflight, explaining what I was doing and why.
In the cockpit I spent a good deal of time going over the controls, gauges and placards. All very confusing to a novice. I don't think she understood everything, but she believed
I DID.
She took a deep breath and asked: "What if I am scared?"
My answer: "We will take off. If you feel scared or uncomfortable, we will land immediately (and I won't ask again)."
The deafening noise of that old IO-470 and bumping down a grass strip were pretty unnerving to her, but she was determined to give it a chance.
I reassured her that I had done this hundreds of times (true). She took a deep breath and set her jaw and we got airborne. As soon as the wheels cleared, the flight become very smooth (beautiful calm day). I looked over and she was staring out the window with a sense of wonder that you normally only see in small children, then a big grin broke over her face.
I asked her "are you all right"? She said yes. "Do you want to land now"?
"No, lets keep going (or words to that effect)"
I said, "I'm hungry and there is a nice little restaurant in Hondo, about 20 minutes from here" She said lets go. We flew there. The restaurant was packed, food was good, everyone was super friendly and there were a ton of planes on the ramp. Sad to say, Amelias is no longer there.
On the flight home she got a bit apprehensive about landing on the grass.
Again "I've done this hundreds of times" and the aviation gods rewarded me with a perfect greaser.
She has been my right seat partner ever since. We racked up hundreds of hours, in the 210 and the RV7. Sonya and I will celebrate 15 years of marriage in April.
We've flown over the Grand Canyon, to the East Coast, to Las Vegas and many other places. Dozens (if not hundreds) of trips.
I have given more than a few people there 'first rides'. It all boils down to helping them overcome their natural fear (if they have any). Patience and a calm demeanor are two big factors.
Later,