You love flying VFR. Its freedom is intoxicating and the things you have seen … yet there are times it’s not so great. Such as the two nights in the fleabag motel and the two days running the battery flat on your phone as you haunted every weather site you could find while you waited for the seemingly never-ending cycle of just barely IFR to play out before you could continue that trip.
And then there’s flight following—listening as the controller speaks a barely comprehensible language to the IFR chosen on the frequency. What does that stuff mean?