|Forum topic by bunkie||posted 03-31-2013 10:25 PM||852 views||0 times favorited||7 replies|
03-31-2013 10:25 PM
I kind of fell into woodworking. I got here out of necessity, that being the need to build rather than buy speaker cabinets for my hi-fi hobby that got started when I was 13. It’s been a great journey and has given me great satisfaction. I’ve learned to love furniture, working with tools and fixing my mistakes. It’s been a great confidence builder.
But then there’s the life-long bug, the one that just wouldn’t go away. My dad worked for the airline of my avatar. As a result, I’ve been around airplanes since I can remember. My dad would often take us to the hangar where he worked on Saturdays and one of my earliest memories is of being on the tarmac behind the propwash of a DC-7. My dad was trained as a chef and flew as a purser from 1946-1948. I think he actually disliked flying and when they offered him the job of running the flight kitchen, he took it and became a permanent US resident and, not long after, a citizen.
I, however, have always loved airplanes. I built models as a kid, and never missed a chance to read a book about airplanes (which explains why, at the age of 10, I was reading Catch-22 and Fail Safe as they had airplanes on the covers). I have always wanted to fly. It has burned in me for decades.
Well, circumstances have finally come together. My company laid me off, I got a small inheritance from my Godmother (bless her heart!) and I decided that it was worth taking a few weeks off from job-hunting to really pursue it. I’m now down in Florida doing an intensive program of flight training. I started on Tuesday and now have 27 hours in my log book and should be ready to solo this upcoming week as soon as I master doing landings.
It’s an incredible experience. I’ve always admired pilots. Now I’m a student and can see and feel the finish line, the day when I join that fraternity. I get to the field at 7AM and watch the sun come up as I pre-flight the little Cessna that I have come to know so well in just a few short days. I’m reading charts, talking on the radio, doing stalls, steep turns, navigating using VOR (radio beacons), filing flight plans and transitioning controlled airspace.
Yesterday morning, it was absolutely beautiful. We were flying low up the coast and it was just an exceptional experience. I was in control of the airplane, feeling confident in what I was doing, thinking ahead to the next steps and just really enjoying the experience.
Damn the expense. I’m lucky to be here at this moment creating memories and skills that I will always cherish. Per ardua, ad astra!
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