The shock of how much the flight still relied on a human pilot hit Rose midair as he contemplated his rusty skills and mortality. "My first thought was, 'Wow, it's insane that a private person is allowed to do this,'" he says. "You have all this navigation that you need to manage and all the communications you have to do between other planes and taking instructions from air traffic control. There's layers and layers of stuff. All the while, you are one mistake away from a fatal accident. I kept thinking, 'How is this OK?'"
This deserves so much stronger of a reaction, but this is all the option I have:
It would probably blow this guy's mind that me, private citizen with no military or professional experience and less than 200 hours, have piloted an airplane within feet of several others, with zero communication with air traffic control and within a couple thousand feet of the airspace of the busiest airport in the world. All perfectly legal, and the risks properly managed.
I guess this Rose character is one of those people (like so many) that imagine anything in life outside the narrow, scripted, lowest-common-denominator mundanity of the things almost everybody has in common must be controlled and prohibited to all those without specific permission (from who?), good justification, and constant government control and supervision.
Excuse me while I go puke...