With summer comes “The Sunday Riders.” We drag our long-slumbering DRs and Softails, CBs and T120s out of the garage, inflate the tires, and have at it. It’s all good in the hood. But we’re also now a half year older and so are our tires, fluids, chain, brakes, lightbulbs, helmet, leathers—and skills.
In its own way, general aviation offers similar freedoms, rewards, and hazards as motorcycling. It takes these more seriously though, requiring annual inspections for aircraft and biannual physicals for pilots more than 40 years old. I’m no fan of overregulation, but riders might do well to adopt these checks personally. Locally, last year a motorcyclist suffered some malady aboard his cruiser, veered into the center divider, and died. Perhaps his medical problem was not life-ending, but hitting…
