when i was a little tucker, about 13 and getting ready to earn to fly with the cadets, i went out to the airfield for an air experience day. i was one of the first ones to fly the aircraft, a piper tomahawk had a bit of fuel left in it from the days flying before hand. so the instructor decided to just burn the rest of that fuel and then fill it up for the rest of the days flying after my flight.
He conducted his very precise pre flight, showing me around the plane knowing I was a soon to be student. after the preflight he took me into the office, we looked over some paper work, returned to the plane for our joy flight. unknown to us however, one of the other cadets, 14 and had had 2 whole flight lessons making him clearly an expert on all things aviation, had been asked by the other kids if avgas smells the same as petrol. he had told them to come with him and find out, took both fuel caps off the plane and let them all have a wiff. now while this is not a great thing to do in any instance, the real problem began when he thought he knew how to put them back on again. but cleary the same brain capacity that thought taking the fuel caps off a preflighted aircraft was a good idea, couldnt master the art of screwing a fuel cap back on.
end result ment that not to long into our joy fight, i thought to ask what that liquid coming out of the wings was. and before long my very white faced instructor became my very first ever gliding instructor, a sport of which i have perused to this day

