My friend, Dave, is now a commercial pilot, having taken the 5 1/2 hour oral test (none of his pilot buddies clued him in about how the examiner might take all day testing him) and is a flight instructor at one of the small airports. There has been more than a little discussion about me being one of his students and getting my pilot's license. He's taking me up on Friday, weather permitting, for the first time.
Now, Stacey, who is afraid of heights, is not too keen on this venture; so, please don't make any comments about me running out of gas.
I will kick your ass if you do.
Posted by Bill at May 17, 2004 11:55 PMMy lips are sealed. You will take your camera with you, won't you? Maybe you can fly over your house and take an aerial photo.
Posted by: Michelle at May 18, 2004 01:16 AMAdvice from Manfred von Richthofen, der rote Kampfflieger: Beware the Sopwith Camel!
Or, in the words of Pink Floyd:
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. you’re gonna go far, fly high,
You’re never gonna die, you’re gonna make it if you try;they’re gonna love you.
Good luck, Fly Boy!
Posted by: Cowtown Pattie at May 18, 2004 02:49 PMMake sure you adjust your rear view mirror before taking off.
Posted by: Philip at May 19, 2004 09:57 AMWill electricity be involved?
Posted by: Anji at May 19, 2004 11:51 AMAre you going to shoot anything while you're up there?
Posted by: TW at May 19, 2004 01:01 PMYou'd have to find me first. And I'm not in Ohio! :) Do you know where the gas tank is???
Posted by: Keri at May 19, 2004 02:28 PM