Thumpalumpacus
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My son took his first flight lesson yesterday.
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My son took his first flight lesson yesterday.
I'm working on making sure my sons get the bug. I hope when he is older they want to get their license too. That way we can be a flying family.
NAS Memphis flying club, 1970; brand new Cessna 150, $8/hour; instructor, $4/hour; E3 pay, $120/month. It never is cheap, no matter how good a deal. My Private license ate up nearly every penny of six months pay. Barracks life and chow hall chow and damn few nights at the EM club.I remember when I was first in the USAF at Lowry AFB, 1966. they had a aero club.
You could rent a Piper Colt for $8.00 a hour.
I was a glider pilot with the Silver award and a gold height gain before I could drive. It didn't help much, as I failed the driving test more times than I want to remember and if I am honest, a prize example of the phrase, pride before a fall.I just want to fly before I can drive, like how sometimes you have to run before you can walk.
A friend had been a football (US) player and loved the sport. He had pennants, Flags, helmets and other stuff. He could not wait to have a son and get him into football. After a number of years trying, his wife finally became pregnant and produced a son. Don was already planning the boy's future although he couldn't walk yet. I asked Don, "What if he wants to be a concert pianist when he grows up?' Don looked genuinely shocked for a moment, then said, " I'll break his little fingers."
Introduce your kids to flying, then they'll never have any money for drugs...I'm working on making sure my sons get the bug. I hope when they are older they want to get their license too. That way we can be a flying family.
I always was a climber: roofs, treetops, mastheads, you name it, but I found that flying isn't like that at all.Whats funny is that I am not really a fan of heights, but I love flying.
When I owned my 1919 Metz express truck, it was comparable to an aircraft in the fact that you had to do a sort of checklist before driving it
A terrestrial Sopwith Camel.Once started and driving, there was constant attention to the points and fuel settings (going up and down hills was a constant challenge) all the while scanning the road for potholes or grooves that would pull the steering out of your hands (the joys of narrow semi-pneumatic tires + straight axle front end) and so on...