Palm Beach Flight training held an open-house event. It was my first social event...ever.
I didn't think I'd stay as long as I did. But I did. If you can tell from my new flagship blog, GolfNovember Art, and you know what I feel when I'm around people, you would understand.
First thing I did was look around for someone I knew. I ran into a few students from my ground school class, and mingled with them a little. Then I saw the seminar on aircraft ownership and the IRS (very interesting, by the way).
I went back out, after having some food and a couple of Cokes, to check out the planes close up. They were sporting three brand-new Cessnas. One Skyhawk, a Turbo Skylane, and one fresh, brand new Corvalis (my dream plane). All three were sporting the G1000 glass cockpit system from Garmin. It was beautiful. I ran into an old teacher from a previous ground school class, and she asked how I was doing. I felt so good being there, around people I knew, and around people who are like me: pilots, aviators, aviation enthusiasts...my people.
I stayed for the entire event. And I enjoyed myself. For the first time, I enjoyed myself in a social setting. It was wonderful!
Check out Palm Beach Flight Training at Palm Beach County Park Airport/Gassaway Field.
15 June 2009
02 June 2009
Anthropomorph Aircraft?
I thought I was the only one who did this.
I had kept contact with my flight instructor from California, and very dear friend, Holly, about a number of things. Work, love, aviation... I mentioned to her in making a point at the difficulty of understanding love, that I could understand an airplanes actions and language better than that of love.
Turns out, she also speaks my language.
To put it better, I can feel if an airplane is happy, uncomfortable, saddened, and even upset. It sounds odd, but I can feel the aircraft's personality. It also sympathizes with me. I'll give you two examples. When I last flew over Los Angeles on 21 May 2004, the airplane that I was flying, a Cessna 152, I was sad, since it was going to mark the end of my flying over my beautiful hometown. The airplane felt sad. The wings sagged, and the controls felt slow.
Return to flight, five years later, December of 2008. In a Cessna 172, the airplane felt a little upset at the beginning, just a few seconds after takeoff, the airplane felt happy again. It was almost as if the airplane didn't recognize me in the beginning, but felt that she was in the hands of a capable pilot (if I can say so myself). The airplane felt happy that I was back. The airplane felt that my heart was flying in absolute happiness. That morning, it was me. I was flying. I was back in the saddle.
I felt the language of the airplane again after five years. I apparently, am still fluent, and the airplane still understands me. So I guess all hope is not lost. I will try once again to get back in teh saddle, but then again, that's all you have been hearing since the inception of this blog. But this is not a fight to finish quickly. This is a fight to win over time. I will win the battle over money, and fly once again.
I had kept contact with my flight instructor from California, and very dear friend, Holly, about a number of things. Work, love, aviation... I mentioned to her in making a point at the difficulty of understanding love, that I could understand an airplanes actions and language better than that of love.
Turns out, she also speaks my language.
To put it better, I can feel if an airplane is happy, uncomfortable, saddened, and even upset. It sounds odd, but I can feel the aircraft's personality. It also sympathizes with me. I'll give you two examples. When I last flew over Los Angeles on 21 May 2004, the airplane that I was flying, a Cessna 152, I was sad, since it was going to mark the end of my flying over my beautiful hometown. The airplane felt sad. The wings sagged, and the controls felt slow.
Return to flight, five years later, December of 2008. In a Cessna 172, the airplane felt a little upset at the beginning, just a few seconds after takeoff, the airplane felt happy again. It was almost as if the airplane didn't recognize me in the beginning, but felt that she was in the hands of a capable pilot (if I can say so myself). The airplane felt happy that I was back. The airplane felt that my heart was flying in absolute happiness. That morning, it was me. I was flying. I was back in the saddle.
I felt the language of the airplane again after five years. I apparently, am still fluent, and the airplane still understands me. So I guess all hope is not lost. I will try once again to get back in teh saddle, but then again, that's all you have been hearing since the inception of this blog. But this is not a fight to finish quickly. This is a fight to win over time. I will win the battle over money, and fly once again.
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