I took my folks up today for their first spin for a $100 slice of cake. They have just turned 80, and are not in bad condition, but they are 80. Getting them into and out of a PA28 was an exercise in logistics in itself, although their second flight on the way back was about an order of magnitude easier in that respect, they knew what to expect.
Quite unbelievably, my mother, a perennial old fashioned kinda person from a time past, particularly enjoyed it it appears - she has a story to give her mates at the octogenarian tea parties she frequents.
The old man quite enjoyed it too. He's ex-RAF but just National Service in the 50s, no practical flying experience. We got into talking about managing power on decent, and how you aim for an airspeed, and somewhat counterintuitively adjust throttle for altitude, and pitch for speed, although after a while it appears to blend into one: you know what the runway should look like, and adjust accordingly.
I was surprised, I suppose I've been so used to the risk averse culture that so pervades our lives these days that I wasn't quite expecting such a positive response.