Chris didn’t hesitate. The fear was gone, replaced by a quiet, mechanical rhythm. He flipped the E6B over to the calculator side—the “computing side” with its nautical mile scales. He placed 60 on the outer ring opposite the 98 on the inner ring (the “speed index”). Then he found 47 on the outer ring (minutes) and looked at the inner ring.

He looked up, eyes wide. “12° left crab, 98 knots over the ground.”

Later that evening, Chris sat alone in the cramped Cessna 172 on the ramp, engine off, prepping for his cross-country solo. The real wind was rustling the tie-down chains. He pulled out the E6B again—not with dread, but with a strange sense of companionship. He dialed in the numbers. The slide rule clicked and slid with a satisfying certainty.