This past Sunday, we got a call from a friend who has a plane. He wanted to know if we wanted to go up for a few hours. Didn't take much to say yes, though I admit I was a bit nervous. I tend to read headlines in my head and usually read the worst. But as soon as take off was accomplished, it was a great ride. Don's a great pilot, very conscious.
He took us over his place (see picture above), among other places, but we spent quite a bit of time going over places I usually have to drive...it has always been interesting how flight cuts out so much time.
Don's plane is a 1952 Cessena and if I understand him right, not many are around anymore. Definitely a classic. He let me take the wheel for a little bit...and it seemed on the one hand, like I was playing a video game, seemed intuitive, like driving a car...and sweaty hands when I remembered I was actually in control of a machine that couldl get us killed. A great day!
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