Editor's Note: This article is adapted from a chapter in an upcoming book to be published by the Senior Lawyers Division.
My mother, who is 92 and a lawyer herself (but that’s not what this story is about), would never fly in a small airplane — certainly not a single-engine plane. When my dad was alive, he cautioned about the dangers of such modes of transportation as small planes and motorcycles. I listened, so it was a surprise to me when my adventures in online dating (also not what this story is about) led me to Art Friedman’s hangar at Santa Paula Airport. Our second date was a flight to the “Airport in the Sky” at Catalina Island, and our third or fourth date was my first motorcycle ride.