Where do you go from a beautiful day spent piloting a plane over the gorgeous waters of South Florida? Nowhere but down, that’s where. This week has been one of shock and awe…and at times just plain shockingly awful.
Archive for August, 2006
If it’s one if by land and two if by sea, light up three lanterns, baby, because I’m airborne!
I haven’t managed to do a whole heck of a lot since moving down here to Ft. Lauderdale, but somehow last weekend I managed to pull the coolest weekend ever out of the bag! I was a bit late leaving work Friday afternoon because I had a few things I was trying to get done when a guy who’d been in my training class IM’ed me to say hey, and five minutes later I had an invite to go flying in a four-seater Cessna the next morning. Score! I’ve always wanted to do that! Apparently a guy he worked with was a flight instructor as a hobby on weekends and asked if anybody wanted to go for a flight. Umm….yeah. Yeah I would. I can hardly stop grinning whenever I fly on ordinary jumbo jet airlines, put me in a fun little thing like a Cessna and I might need a minute alone.