Last week I was invited down to my old college to speak with the Airport Management students about careers in Airport Management. Rather than drive down, I packed my computer and a few items in the airplane and flew down. What an incredible option to have! and boy didn't those students perk up when the word spread that I "flew down" in "My Plane" to see them.
What was essentially a business trip requiring three or more hours of driving in cut throat traffic was transformed into a mini vacation to visit my old stomping grounds, leisurely flying into the same runway I first soloed from more than twenty years ago.
Two days later, it's Saturday. I finish my chores at home and look up at the now setting sun. I decide on the spot that I must fly and head to the airport and an awaiting "Super Flea." The Airport is quiet. The winds are gusty and the sun is setting. Even the flight school has decided to pack it in and go home. "The Flea" and I beat around the pattern a few times, cruse the coast, then return to a landing as the sun is disappearing and the roads below are strings of pearls,lines of headlights march like ants to some unknown sugar bowl. I shut down and sit for a while just listening to the wind and the engine tick - got all the sugar I need right here.
I've owned my 150 for seven or eight years now, ditched the rental schedule and cannot picture life without it, at least I don't want to picture life without it. Do I fly as often as I should, No, not even as often as I'd like to. But I can any time. That freedom is there for me even if I don't fly on a given day.
Last edited by Tactic; 11/15/11 12:13 PM.
