When I learned to fly in the late 50's the thought of a safety thong never came up.
Ted, the hobby shop owner and my first mentor, always kept his hand in front of mine. His left hand was on my left sholder, I could never crash because he was there in control.
One day he said. "You're flying without me." Still kept his hand close but I was flying.
This should still work today.
Interesting how there are some people in your life you never forget.
Then, on the other hand, there are those, well, nevermind.

I died today. Gave an Hour and a half tennis lesson, 92 degrees.