It was an unusually beautiful spring day. I was taking a lunch break from work and walking around downtown Springfield, MA. I ran into Vince, a lawbook salesman. We were talking about this and that until he said, "Y'know, it's such a beautiful day, I think I'll take the afternoon off and go flying. Wanna come with me?"
We drove to Westfield (KBAF), hopped into his Cutlass, and went for a ride. He even let me handle the controls for a while.
You bet I remember it!!
I don't recall the year but it was probably around 1980, maybe 10 years before I started taking lessons.