My wife Kay is what I call a "white knuckle flyer". I have owned several airplanes over the years and she has flown thousands of miles with me in small airplanes, but she never was downright comfortable in the cockpit. She has always been a trooper and went a lot of places, including back country grass strips in the Idaho wilderness, but when things get a little bumpy I could always see her knuckles turning white as she gripped the armrest. So I was pleasantly surprised last week when Kay agreed to go up in a sailplane. You know, one of those flimsy spindly wing things that weighs about … Continue reading...