This brings back a few cool memories from early flights. I took a trip with a buddy from SoCal up to a town called Weed CA for a fly-in. of course, we had to transit the LA corridor, and then fly up the central valley. We were both being vigilant for traffic and I kept calling out distant traffic for the pilot who would then squint, and search, and struggle and just couldn't find it! To me, it was clear as a bell and I could even tell if it was high or low wing from miles away. I was kidding him that I could read the damn N number and if he can't see that he needs glasses. He gave me a raspberry and bet I couldn't read the N number, so I did, and we went after the flight for a bit and sure enough I was really close. I think I was off by calling a 0 a C in the last character. Now, some 40 years later, and my distant vision is so-so and my close vision is junk without a good diopter correction. Good times...