I remember a funny story about Bob Hoover flying the P-82 from his book:
"On another occasion, I flew the plane a while, then said, "Dick, you've got it," at about thirty thousand feet.
I let loose of the controls and sat back to relax. The F-82 flew without a hitch, sailing comfortably across the sky. At one point, I did have some concern because the plane was flying treetop high over downtown Dayton. We were perilously close to many of the office buildings.
Of course, I thought Dick was just trying to show off. To make him see how relaxed I was, I leaned back and put both of my hands behind my head. I looked over at him in his cockpit with a great big who-cares smile.
It was then that I noticed that Dick's face was as white as a sheet as he grappled with the controls. Quickly he steadied the F-82 and then yelled over to me "For Christ's sake, Hoover, I thought
you were flying.""
Clearly before positive transfer of control was an established practice

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