Like other posters, Mom was my first ‘victim’ after getting my Private. She didn’t like being driven on narrow mountain roads but was fine in the C150, go figure. I had a tendency to fly a high approach and I’m sure Dad received a full briefing before his turn came.
Later on, we flew around the L.A. area at night and on another occasion, struggled to fit into the pattern at Santa Catalina (KAVX) for the $100 dollar hamburger (now $500???+) on a Saturday morning. Fast forward many years…Neither of them got to ride in the 767 with me up front.