that flying an airplane would
be so cool - and it was.... I couldn't wait to learn about every dial,
gauge, lever, switch, handle, control, radio, etc... Oh the
technology.. And also - I'd be able to get anywhere - quickly and
I didn't expect was how
intense and frightening things are when you are trying to control three
dimensions instead of two. I drove a car - and loved it... But no
amount of driving a car prepares you for the experience of flying an
NOTHING can prepare you for the skills
you need to master before you get a license. Here's a very short list:
Alert - I never got my license. I
could handle SLIPPING the airplane. I SOLOed. I experienced
STALLING - I think I made it to POWER ON STALLS. But then - some primal
part of my brain - whatever part handles personal survival - kicked in and
demanded that enough was enough.
I wish I finished? Not
really. I'm sure that having a pilot's license would be awesome, but I've
heard private pilots say that what they really have is the opportunity to buy
the world's most expense hamburgers by renting a plane and flying a couple
states away only to eat at the airport's lunch counter and then fly
And in an emergency - who would I prefer to have flying an aircraft that I'm aboard? Well the answer is ANYBODY BUT ME. Clint Eastwood said it all in Dirty Harry: "A Man's Got to Know his Limitations." How true.
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