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Many moons ago I was doing ag work in Kansas. My boss dropped an airplane off in Wichita for some maintenance, and I flew down in a Cessna 150 to pick him up. As we departed for greener pastures he commented that I ought to put on the autopilot. I glanced about, and not seeing one, cocked an eyebrow and asked about what it was to which he referred. He opened the little map box and withdrew a large, thick rubber band, and snapped it between the control yokes. Then he put on some headphones and fell asleep listening to deep purple.
I watched the airplane without scarcely touching a thing for the next while. A half hour went by and we stayed on heading, and trimmed up on a calm day, made almost no altitude change. After fifteen more minutes, the boredom was killing me, and I removed the rubber band.
Such a simple installation, too.
Flying the skymaster isn't much different than that 150, when you think about it.
You did say "SIMPLE" installation, didn't you?
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