The story of the day before my Private Pilot checkride…
During my private pilot training, I had gone through several instructors. No, not because my flying scared them off, but simply because I moved several times during my training and had to find new flight schools. Then when I had finally settled into a new location, one where I would be for a while, I had an instructor leave the flight school at which I was training to go on to charter operations. I was very disappointed as I was already into the cross-country phase of my training, but the flight school teamed me with a new instructor Chris; who they assured me would get me through the remainder of my training and onto my checkride.
Chris and I flew a few times, covering much what I had already covered with prior instructors. We did this not because I was deficient but more so we could get a feel for each other and because he had to make sure my skills were adequate as it was he that would be signing me off for the checkride. Sure it cost be a few hours, but what choice did I have. Our flights went well, and after a month or so of flying with Chris I was ready for the checkride. Chris took the liberty of scheduling it with the examiner for a Saturday afternoon, and told me that it would be a good idea for us to fly on Friday where we would go over everything one last time. This would also allow me to review the oral material one more time, and would give him the ability to address any issues with my flying before the checkride the next day. It seemed like a good idea, so I agreed.
