Got to tell part of the story how I got into flying. I started out in 1965 or 1966 when I worked at Lockheed Burbank. They had a club that was mostly made up of some Lockheed pilots etc. We had three planes, a Luscombe that I soloed in, a Cessna 150 and a Cessna 170. Buying into the club was $800`s which I got back when I sold my membership. Dues were about $12s a month. The Luscombe was I think, $3 a hour, the 150 was $5 and the 170 $7s, all wet! Those prices sound unbelievable today unless your a old man.
Even back then at those prices getting the money was still hard as I made about $1.50/$2.00 a hour as a new guard at Lockheed. Seems to me my instructor was $5/hour. I soloed and quit before I got my license.
Some years later I inherited some money from a favorite bachelor uncle. Uncle Eldon was in the 82nd and the Gliders. He was highly decorated and had what they later named PSTD. He lived with me a short time while recovering from open heart surgery in 1972. He had a stroke on the operating table and couldn't control his emotions. I know it embarrassed him. He told me I was going to inherit some money and instructed me to blow it on something I always wanted to do! He said he wished he had blown it. Soon after that he committed suicide.
I bought a Piper Tri pacer to get my license. I figure I owe him to tell this story.