When you’re flying pretty much anywhere on the east coast from June to August the radio chatter is filled with “Request 10 degrees to the right for weather”. Yesterday I heard an American pilot say “Yeah, we’re not going through THAT.” Ha.
Passengers barely noticed.
Haven’t had time to fly this week, but simulator time keeps your head in the game. You become what you think about…
Probably a light gray.
Landing an old beat up Piper Warrior at Hendersonville airport. Which is an old beat up (very narrow) runway.
Here are three spins. The first I intentionally recovered poorly. The other two were more “textbook” recoveries.
I brought my GoPro but left it in the car (DOH!) so you’ll have to endure cell phone video. I can’t describe what a rare privilege the whole experience was.
I am BONE tired. Spent the last 5 days (aka 2 months) helping hundreds of people check things off of their bucket lists.
There are stories to be written down, but for now how about a beer and lots of pictures?