It’s the Babe Ruth of airplanes, the home-run standard against which we measure and judge all other airplanes whose company we’ll ever have the pleasure to keep. I don’t mean the standards of McGuire or Bonds or even Roger Maris. There’s only one Babe. There will ever be only one Piper Cub J3. That it fits within the LSA category only extends its legendary appeal as an unparalleled trainer and classic flivver.
The Cub is one airplane that won’t let you get away with much. There’s a value in that, which I didn’t fully comprehend until I got my taildragger sign-off in a J3 last summer. At times I was frustrated, discouraged, confused and even convinced I had no business at the controls. The J3 kept throwing me curve ball after curve ball that I couldn’t lay good wood on.