GumpAir wrote:
And do it for a while, racking up a 1000+ hours a year, you discover that you have learned how to be a pilot. Your flying changes in lots of subtle, and not so subtle ways, and you, corny as it sounds, feel lift and weight, and become one with the machine. That's the real magic part, and a very Zen thing.
And that's the part I miss the most.
Gump
In a former assignment I captained patrol boats between 22 and 35 feet long. Averaged 6 hours or more on the water each day, every day, all hours of the day or night, in very confined waters with multiple obstacles and occasionally exciting weather. Night runs through canyons in pitch black conditions at 45 knots. I reached this Zen state at the helm. Could synchronize three engines in my sleep, could feel every ripple, could spin the boat on its pivot point in 20 knot winds between walls as narrow as the boat is long.
I don't think I will ever reach this point as a pilot, flying for pleasure

On the other hand, I was no more interested in climbing in a powerboat on the weekends for fun than many (most?) professional pilots would like to crawl into a spam can to fly around the patch after a week full of work flying.