I had one when I was a teenager to join the Civil Air Patrol I think. I don't remember much about it other than he was the outlaw doctor in town that most of the other docs wouldn't speak to but the FAA liked him. Several years later my driver went to him so he could get his dragster driver's license.
I almost got my private pilot's license while in the CAP but my log book was stashed in the airport manager's office when the office burned to the ground while I was waiting to solo and I wasn't going to do (and pay) for the first 8 hours all over again.
While in the army at Ft. Gordon I worked with another instructor who brought his Piper PA20 down from Kansas when he learned he was going to be there for a while. We had plenty of fun flying around the area. Met a kid who was studying to be a journalist and photographer and wanted to get some aerial photos of the area around Augusta. We flew up the Savannah River to Clark Hill reservoir which was a designated flight instruction area. That meant you could wring it out over that area without getting in trouble. Coming home we spotted a long freight train crossing the river into GA from SC. He wanted to get pictures of it so we dropped down for that. As we came up the river toward it he asked him how he wanted the photos, looking up at the train or looking down. He said "up" so we went under the trestle and he never took a single picture.
He had quite a hole in the fabric under the battery from leakage so he took it home to be recovered. During testing after that the test pilot popped the windshield in a dive so when he got it back it looked like a brand new plane with the new windshield and fabric.
His favorite thing to do was tighten up a turn until he fell out of it. Well one of them, he also liked to go up to about 6000' hang it on the prop and see how fast we dropped backward. That would tell you how good the air was for flying that day. Another was getting an air start. We did that a lot after getting out of the army and we came up here to NH. They used to have a Sunday breakfast at the Laconia airport. To get there from the seacoast you had to either go out over the ocean which neither of us liked or go west to stay out of the Pease AFB closed area. Leaving Laconia we would climb to 10,000' shut off the engine and glide back home. We would be at 3000' after making the turn East toward Hampton airfield. Just right to point the nose at the ground and wait for the engine to start at about 1200'. Due to the layout of the airfield buildings at Hampton sometimes it took 8 or 10 passes to get it on the ground. Hangers were at one end open space for the gas pumps then the office and maintenance buildings. Just as you were about to get the wheels on the ground the wind tunnel at the pumps would often give you a good shove sideways. Being parallel to the ocean you always had a crosswind and the two hitting together made things difficult. Being from Kansas where his flight instructor was Won Wing Lo, he was pretty good at managing crosswinds. Night landings were always fun because the manager would never leave the lights on. There were phone poles lying across both ends of the runway which they refused to even paint white. We looked for the bowling alley with the amber strobe on the roof. Then the dark corridor behind it where the RR tracks were and the short black strip behind that was the runway. Always having a dead battery in the Piper he only turned on the landing lights on final to see if we were lined up well enough to set er down. Sometimes that took a dozen or more passes in the dark. There was an airport in Lawrence MA that was lit and open at night in case we got low on fuel.
One time we went on leave from Daniel Field in Augusta GA to Punta Gorda to visit my parents in FL. It was raining so we had to stay below 2000' getting bounced all over the sky. I got sick first so I was ready when he got sick on final at Ocala ( our gas stop) and he yelled "Take it around". We finally got on the ground and taxied up to the pumps in front of the hanger where a girl was sitting in a chair leaned back against the hanger door. We got out holding our sick sacs and she pointed toward the toilet inside with a BIG grin on her face. She turned out to be the flight instructor for the airport. The weather cleared and I got beautiful film of the sun over Tampa then we got to a small paved runway called Punta Gorda. During our visit we actually got my mother to go up with us to see her house at Port Charlotte. That was the only time she ever flew in one of those "paper crates".
He died several years ago after a stroke and the last time I checked 7686K was in Texas and deregistered. A few years earlier it was for sale looking completely restored and in FL I think. We sure had a lot of fun in that plane.