Within the past six months I had found a new flying friend. Rob Kindred was a glider pilot who had recently gotten his private pilot license. He was considering working on his instrument rating. He was anxious to see what it was like to fly in the clouds, and I was probably just as anxious to show off my skills. This was a perfect day. The clouds were 400 feet off the ground, visibility one mile with rain and fog.
After the third approach I noticed that my new friend was airsick. I landed as soon as possible. Rob and I had dinner plans with our wives, but we had to cancel because I had made him airsick. Amazingly fifteen years later, Rob and Kim are still our closest friends.