In another world and another age, when I lived in Connecticut, several times a year I'd hop in the Mooney and fly down to DCA, walk to the Metro, thence to the NTSB's basement to pore over accident reports. This led quite naturally to my penchant for reducing eye-bulging, bowel-loosening fear to actual numbers so the more meek among us can emerge from under the metaphoric bed and, you know, go flying. But some people just want to be scared, so what's a guy to do?
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://www.avweb.com/flight-safety/were-way-better-than-we-used-to-be